Meadow

Margarita wasn't sure what to make of her sister's lack of imagination. She'd spent the better part of her life imaging what it would be like to move out on her own. Granted, she'd been a bit tardy about it so far. She was nearly four now, which was practically decrepit compared to the barely two-year-olds that liked to flock away from the Cove the moment they could. Marg wasn't sure what it was exactly that had kept her back, only that the time hadn't seemed right up until now.

The loudly marked tobiano shook her head, fully intending to continue questioning Aventuras right until the svelte figure of the dark stallion arrived in their midst. Obediently, the two girls settle to a halt before him, all three of them trading glances as they try to measure each other up.

The stallion before her was nothing like Margarita had ever seen before outside of her mind's eye, and yet he was nearly perfect for all of that. There was not a speck of white across his body, and while his lean figure was shorter than hers by a hand or better, he carried himself with the same regal authority she had come to associate with a leader. The weight of his eyes on her face - though they skimmed rather than rested - still made a flush rise to her dark cheeks.

If she had been present for Sicily's capture, she might have reacted less favorably to the handsome stallion before her, but the last thing Marg had wanted that day was to get caught up in the scuffle. She'd been too busy trying to make sure her wayward mother was safe first to waste her time sightseeing.

"It is," she answered with an uncharacteristically demure smile as the stranger commented on the weather, despite the fact that it could have suddenly started to downpour and she wouldn't have noticed. As quickly as his attention came, however, it departed and settled on her younger, shyer sister instead. Jealousy rose as quickly as Marg's temper often did, and without thinking of it, her ears ticked lightly back as the compliment was paid and then received.

Of course, she thought to herself, only a little bitter. The first real stallion they'd ever encountered and he only had eyes for her baby sister. The same baby sister who had no idea what she even wanted out of her partner. "Were you looking for her lookalike then?" Margarita asked, casting about for the first question she could think of in the hopes of drawing the attention back to herself. "Maybe we could help you find them?"

Maybe he would appreciate me, she thought sullenly to herself, blissfully unaware of the identity of the stallion being spoken of.