She has a reasonable head start, and although she is not in a full tilt run, it doesn’t take the stallion long to catch. Pyre only pulls up as she feels his nip on her rump, slowing into a floaty trot that displays her arab breeding. Neck arching to show her delicate lines, she lets out a playful snort before veering away from the sea and heading inland. At such a gait, she can still move quickly, but traverse the rocks and terrain safely. Pyre is more than happy to explore, and the use of adrenaline and speed help to keep her warm against the brisk autumn air. Pyre only hopes that she can grow a thick enough coat to make it through winter.


Through the tallest pines Pyre had ever seen, and amongst the giant boulders and rocks, she makes a graceful leap across a stream before finally stopping. Her flanks rise and fall with the energy she has spent, but given her stamina (a gift from her desert breed) she is long from being winded. A smile still curves her pale lips and her eyes light with mischief as she looks to her new captor turned suiter.


“I’m sure there are sights you wish me to see.” She says. “Views that will take my breath away.” Pyre teases, as she images any stallion that claimed a home would say such. “Am I to find them myself? Or have you already picked out the places you plan to take me?”