Falls

Her creamy white mane billowed around her like an angelic cloud, surprisingly thick for a girl who had only just seen her first birthday. Her tail too, wispy and white, fluttered around her ankles like a ribbon. They were courtesy of the mother she could barely remember. Sweat dampened her brow beneath her heavy forelock and trickled down the plane of her cheek, tickling the fine hairs at the base of her chin. Her sides heaved and her nostrils flared as she caught her breath, but the excitement in her eyes never dimmed. Never lessened. Never shifted to surprise or shock as the spotted stallion wandered into her line of vision finally.

"I am," she agreed, a smile curling across her lips.

Compared to the rest of the halcyon woman, her eyes were surprisingly dark pools of deep brown that took in each inch of the stallion before her as if she would understand him entirely by look alone. Only when her eyes returned to his face did she soften her rigid posture at all, taking two delicate steps in his direction. She seemed to hesitate for a heartbeat, and then something in her shifted, a decision clearly made.

She pivoted with a swirl of mane and tail and gestured further into the clearing she'd chosen as her dance floor in clear invitation. "Would you like to try?"