Meadow

He’d not traveled into the meadow in a while, choosing rather to hide away in the Lagoon like some spider in its web. What brought him out into the open was anyone’s guess. Gael walks lazily through the tall, yellowed grasses. Even he would admit he was not the most desirable stallion on the islands and it was only his tongue which got him any credit at all.

Not that he spoke openly anymore, or at all these days. It was no secret the black stallion had mostly hidden himself since一

His ears flatten at the idea of her. Gael grits his yellowed teeth. He would bury her. He would snuff out the memories, if it took the rest of his life to do it. Gael grabs a mouthful of grass, chewing roughly, when his dark eyes slide onto the mare standing a few yards off.

She was lovely, he thought, in the most general terms. He admired her from his spot, wondering if she might be waiting for anyone in particular一not that it mattered, he reason. With a curt nod to himself, he makes his way towards her.

“Hello!” Gael lifts his thinly shaped head, his nostrils flare in greeting. “How are you, belle femme?”

Slowly he circles around her, eyeing her. Seeing the pattern of her coat, the muscle under the skin of her haunches. “Surely a mare like yourself wouldn’t be wandering out here alone? Aren’t you afraid?” The black stallion stands in front of her, reaching his nose out in a friendly gesture, his neck arching slightly.