A boy whose soul burned as brightly as his coat was dark meekly stepped through the land, using what little light from the moon he could to pick his way across the ground and move toward the pool at the base of the falls. He could feel the dampness in the earth as he neared, the soil rich with the fresh water given by the rushing water from above. The sounds of the water plummeting into the basin covered the sounds of another nearby, but the smell of her wafted into the young stud’s nostrils. Hesitation hit him and he paused his movement, not sure what to do. Loneliness spurred him forward, but anxiety and fear held him back. He gulped, fighting against his nature to run and hide, and pushed himself in her direction instead. It had been a few seasons since he had arrived on the islands already, but he had yet to find a home, or even a friend. Perhaps tonight that could change.
Instead of hooves his legs seemed to end in lead, but he put his ears back in determination and continued to step forward. He had been alone too long; he was sick of it and knew it wouldn’t change without his own intervention. Coming up on the mare he could see in the faint light that she was fantastically colored, a stark contrast to his solid coat with only a tiny star as if somebody missed a spot when painting him in. He stopped over a body length away, unsure of how close was too close, and held his muzzle out, ears forward, to give a gentle whicker. “Uh, hello…” with an awkward pause he stopped, not quite sure of what else to say to a stranger in the middle of the night. “I’m, uh, Kuba. It’s nice out, right?” he questioned rather than stated. Soft brown eyes looked at her, waiting to see her reaction to his coming up on her in the middle of the night. He hoped against hope she wouldn’t leave him too
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