Spring is well on its way to becoming summer, and the Bay lush with flowers. Snow lingers only in the heights of the mountain on the Cove’s border, and the rivers in the valleys and lowlands are swollen with the snowmelt from the foothills.

It is the only time the Bay is truly loud. Migratory birds have returned to Tinuvel, and their cries, along with the sounds of the rest of the wildlife, ring freely through the pine forests and across the flowering meadows, unhindered by the dampening effects of snow. Fell stands at the edge of a vibrant meadow, his curved ears taking in the cacophony, flicking this way and that as a new bird song starts up and catches his attention. The black cords of his tail swish lazily against his his flanks, dispelling the main reason for his distaste of the warmer season: bugs.

Though in many ways the Bay stallion prefers winter, there are things he cannot deny about spring and summer that he enjoys. The sun on his back makes him sleepy, and his ears cease their attentive flicking to eventually rest facing outwards. He heaves a sigh, his shaggy black head inching lower as he begins to doze.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.