There was someone else out here. Grace knew that much to be true-- there was always someone else out here, in the crossing. She’d been here long enough to know, long enough to understand. Grace knows not how the world works, but that’s okay. For now she doesn’t need to. Though she’s solitary, in the daytime the spotted creature isn’t unhappy. In the daytime, she’s rather alright.
As she lowers her head to drink from the pool, there’s the acute knowledge that there’s a man out here. The gentle breeze carries his scent, though Grace doesn’t turn to look at him yet. No, her ears twitch, flicker, catching the sound of his call. At least he had manners, right? Grace’s tail flicks at her haunches, acknowledging the presence without pausing from her drink. It was cool and crisp, and she’s thankful for it. She’d worked up a bit of a sweat in her play.
Though she hadn’t been cast out, Grace had outgrown her home. Outgrown it and turned away, for there was more for her somewhere else. She longed to have another home someday, but for now, she can live and dance and be whoever and wherever she wanted. That was the most wonderful thing of all, to Grace. Her own woman, standing on her own feet. Out here, the mare could live on her own terms, after all.
After a long moment, Grace raises her head, turning to the stranger. Green eyes shine in the soft sunlight, looking to the man through long eyelashes. He certainly is… large. Dark and towering, but not entering her space. He introduces himself, and Grace’s head cants to the side. She’s listening carefully, curiously. Dill. Her ears flicker, nodding once.
His voice was hushed, something that the spotted mare didn’t expect based on his large size. Soft spoken. Interesting. “It’s a pleasure,” she pauses, taking a breath. “I’m Grace.” And that she was, the name was fitting. She’s pleased that she’s not alone, at least for a moment. “Would you like to play with me?” Technically an adult, but… likely stunted in her maturity. It didn’t matter. The snow was falling around their shoulders, and if she didn’t keep moving Grace was likely to freeze.
14.2 hh. classic champagne leopard. 4. knabstrupper x saddlebred.
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