She’s looking for him. The evidence was there within the searching of her eyes as they scan the crevices and steepled hillsides. Summer had faded into autumn in the time that they’d last met upon the ridgeline. The white mare’s foal had been crumpled in the grass below them and he suspected that the filly would be nearly grown now and almost independent. A fact that could benefit him later.
He stepped upon an overlooking bank, the wind jostling his mane and tail around his lean form. He can’t help but wonder the intentions behind her search. Tensions were high as horses all around them made the heavy decision to bring more lives into the world. Was that what she was looking for? Another male to lend her his seed?
Normally he would have chomped at the opportunity to fulfill her request, but he felt as if he hardly knows her and he senses a desire far denser than what he could offer her. Already he’d spent too much time in Hyaline and his body ached to move once more. Beqanna called out to him as the world shifted underfoot. While he’d been lost amongst the fold of the mountain, crowns had fallen upon new heads. There was a slew of newly displaces mares, just begging for a protector.
But perhaps he could entertain her longings for just a moment…
Ilma? He called out to her as though he was unsure of her identity, though it was clear to him that it was she that paced in her search.
In one graceful bound he flung himself off his overlooking hilltop and quickly took his place beside her. Nudging her shoulder, he offered her a smile. I’ve been looking for you. The lie fell off his lips easily enough and he knew she would not be able to see through the thick of it. Until she made herself plain, he was content to play into her over assumption of his feelings towards her.
@[Ilma]