Meadow

By all accounts, the overo stallion should have been content to stay in the Badlands with his small herd, especially with Evangaline now among their number. She was still brand new to the herd and recovering from an illness that Raegar still had no name for, though he had begun to call it the big sad for lack of a better term. There were still moments where she seemed to retreat inside of herself, but he felt like he was getting better about recognizing them for what they were. Either way, the novelty of her arrival had certainly not worn off.

And yet, his dark hooves sliced through the autumnal grasses of the Meadow and carried him along the northern perimeter anyway. He kept his gaze trained inland, having promised himself that he would only make a single pass through the Commons to satisfy the itch of what-if before returning home and curling up against the ladies he already very much adored. Only, he didn't make it to the crossing before something caught his eye.

It was rare to find mares alone this time of year. Not only were most of them reluctant to be away from a sense of security during autumn, but Raegar knew he wasn't the only stallion out in search of companionship. And doubly rare to find something as pretty as the mare standing in the center of the meadow now, sunlight glinting off of her coat. He paused for a moment in the shadows of the treeline to watch her, wondering if this was some sort of elaborate trap laid out for him before opting to risk it anyway. Lifting into a leap that transformed into a canter, Raegar called out to the mare playfully and loped closer, only to toss his head and whirl off to the side as he came close, drawing to an abrupt halt that sent clouds of grassy dirt flying. Only then did he peer boyishly back at her and toss his head, sending the dark tendrils of his forelock flying in a clear invitation of a race.

young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn