"Going somewhere?" I asked, my voice neutral despite the darkness that always glimmered in my deep brown eyes.

Vogue was, as always, a beautiful creature to behold. Whatever breeding she had behind her had given her an almost swan-like appearance that gave her a refinement not often found on the islands. Combined with her pretty coat and penchant for surprising me, I found myself more fond of her than I was of most other mares.

It helped that she had borne me a couple of children too, I couldn't lie.

The last time I'd seen her, she'd still be round with the evidence of our last coupling. And while I was no expert on the shape a mare's body took post-foaling, she reeked of something new but not, which implied to me that somewhere behind her was the evidence of what we'd done. My gaze flicked behind her to where a screen of bromeliads obscured the path, and then back to her pretty face with an inquisitive tilt of my head. She'd been an attentive mother - so far as I could tell - to our last one, and had been worried enough about her daughter before.

And while no, I hadn't produced results on the search for her daughter, it wasn't from lack of trips to the Peak. Rather, I tended to get distracted by the other residents therein.

Stallion - Young Adult - 15.2 - Brown Overo