07-31-2016, 05:36 PM
Perhaps if October had spoke more of the liver chestnut man, then perhaps Oak would have recognized his name once he had offered it. If the question had been asked though, Oak wouldn't not be able to recall ever hearing his name. October had raised the girl-child far and away from the meadow of her conception. The raven haired mare kept the little Oak stashed away from the harmful horses that existed in Beqanna. She wanted her child to grow up loved and happy...but in the end her love was what drove Oakheart away.
Perhaps the pale yellow mare did indeed have some of her father in her. She was quiet and headstrong, always consumed with a fierce wanderlust that could not be quenched. When Manhattan makes the remark of having been away from the lands for some time, well now, her attention is surely drawn. What else lay outside Beqanna? More horses?
Perhaps nothing at all.
Oak does not speak when he asks for her to escort him around. In fact, she stands rooted in her place as her dark eyes look him over, scrutinizing him. The silence slips in between them and when it is almost unbearable...Oak nods. A small smile slips over her lips lazily and she moves to take his side. "Well I see that the meadow is already covered. But tell me Manhattan about your travels? What lies beyond our mountains and shores?" Her body is in motion now but her face is trained to the stallion. Small translucent puffs escape her lips as the winter hugs tight around them. Oak can not help the small shiver of her skin against the cold.
Perhaps the pale yellow mare did indeed have some of her father in her. She was quiet and headstrong, always consumed with a fierce wanderlust that could not be quenched. When Manhattan makes the remark of having been away from the lands for some time, well now, her attention is surely drawn. What else lay outside Beqanna? More horses?
Perhaps nothing at all.
Oak does not speak when he asks for her to escort him around. In fact, she stands rooted in her place as her dark eyes look him over, scrutinizing him. The silence slips in between them and when it is almost unbearable...Oak nods. A small smile slips over her lips lazily and she moves to take his side. "Well I see that the meadow is already covered. But tell me Manhattan about your travels? What lies beyond our mountains and shores?" Her body is in motion now but her face is trained to the stallion. Small translucent puffs escape her lips as the winter hugs tight around them. Oak can not help the small shiver of her skin against the cold.
Oakheart
Manhattan x October