Meadow

you're not pleased till you draw blood !

Gael gives her a flick of a smile. It curls his black lips and he looks devilish. She was a lovely mare to behold. Her features were bold, he could tell she held herself in high regard.

“Sakura,” he purrs her name back to her. Their muzzles touch briefly and he draws back only enough to give himself the space to fully draw his composure. Gael was a stallion seasoned with age and yet, young enough to still be impressive when he tried. She asks him what business he has in the meadow.

A simple enough question. The black horse looks from Sakura out across the vast sea of grass before them. “I come here now and again to search,” there he pauses and chews his tongue for a moment.

“If you are not afraid and seek adventure,” Gael tilts his head, forelock falling across one eye. He reaches gently out to brush his muzzle against her neck, if she will allow him. “I would graciously enjoy your company.”

He snorts, feet moving gently. There’s a certain elegance to the black stallion. A delicate turn to his features. “The meadow is very tranquil,” he nods to Sakura. “However, it isn’t quite where I like to roam. I’m from the Lagoon. My name is Gael.”