A stranger stands grazing, dark, tall, and irresistible to the curious yearling. She doesn't question if she should approach her, she doesn't wonder if maybe someone else would be better suited for greeting strangers. She is at ease here - at home.
"Hello," she calls as she walks, her hard hooves crunching the gravel of the well-worn path as she goes. The air is thick with the fragrance of cherry blossoms as Warlight approaches, masking any scents the stranger may carry, and her curiosity builds. She takes a step off the trail and into the lush grove where the thoroughbred grazes, but think better of her action. Sometimes newcomers were flighty creatures, and she didn't want to be scolded for scaring one away.
"I'm Will," she offers as she halts, back leg in the gravel and her front legs in the grass. "Are you new here? I've never seen you before."
Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam
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