Wandering aimlessly has become the definition of his existence as of late. The dark sooty mahogany stallion proceeds through the meadow's first virginal offerings of spring with a surprisingly silent step, maneuvering his hefty frame deftly through the miniscule flowers delicately draping across his pasterns. He hesitates, head lowering to inhale the uniquely crisp fragrance of life being reborn. Deep chocolate eyes close in contented bliss as delicate nostrils become saturated with nature's perfume. The moment is but short lived as movements close by drag his attention to a nearby duo. He sighs, melancholy washing over him as life one more demands he participate. He has been upon these islands but a short while, and already the innocence he possessed upon arrival is being washed away with the surrounding ocean's tides. Commanding long limbs into motion, his body heaves forth with the effort, though in reality he continues to glide rather fluidly through the tender spring shoots. Wistfully he watches the arrant flight of a passing bird and briefly wonders what would become of him if he were to simply sprout wings and flutter away. Instead of floating away into the air, he continues his investigative march, stopping short when the silvery mare laying in the grass fills his gaze. He shifts a quick glance at the champagne woman, her words voicing his very thoughts. Attentive eyes dart once more to the misty maiden in an attempt to catch sight of the rhythmic rising associated with breathing. Upon verifying that she is, indeed, still alive, his body visibly relaxes and releases tension he knew not that he carried. The past week within these islands has placed him in numerous dubious encounters, most of which he very literally stumbled upon. Or into, in the one case, he thinks only to himself, as he recalls the sandy dunes he once crash landed upon. He waits now, remaining somberly silent, awaiting the response of the sleeping woman in the quiet company of pearlescent mare standing beside him. |