Meadow

She is strange.


It is the only thought that Caine can come up with as he stands not too far away, chewing lazily on a mouth full of grass, and watching the red and white mare. The way she stares up at the sky, like one might do on a beautiful night when the stars seemed larger than normal, enraptured by the vast blue void dotted with clouds.


As she starts to spin, Caine perks his white ears forward, surprised when she lacks the coordination to keep herself upright and ends up sprawled on the ground. There is little room for villainess thoughts when watching the childlike behavior from the grown mare, especially as she begins to kick her legs towards the sky in a roll. As if she had meant to do all of it from the very beginning.


Swallowing down his mouthful, Caine strolled over to her now that it seemed she was done entertaining him with her antics. “Hi.” he said with a smirk as he stopped, peering down at her blue eyes with his vivid green. Caine had never looked at a horse at this angle before, and he had to suppress a chuckle. “Quite some moves you’ve got. Wouldn't mind showing me again, would you?”