As the draft girl kept moving along in her grazing, she had slowed down on her pace. Lifting her head the tiniest bit, she wiped off some of the grass onto her white stocking, revealing clean lips. Her long neck raised itself to once again look at the land 'round her. It was truly breath-taking, it was something the mare enjoyed and appreciated. Just being around the vegetation and open area made her breathing slower, her heartbeat was tender and relaxed. She breathed in a long breath through her nose, intaking the sweet scents around her.
Hugo was about to return her head back towards the grass, but a clearing of a throat and a voice came with a sound of hooves. Her head rose up, ears pricked forward to the speaker. Standing there was a horse she had never seen before. His patterns were much different, not to mention he had wings of a bird! Last but not least, the stallion held no eyes. The sockets were still there, but they held onto terrible scars. The girl shifted a bit in her heavy hooves, taking a little step back but then a step forward. She was no woman to judge by looks, that was not her place.
She tilted her head a bit at him, her black forelock falling near her eyes. His voice was a quiet one, but deep as well. He spoke of his name, Demian and soon asked for hers.
The draft mare smiled at him, seeing that he was friendly and spoke gently towards him. "A pleasure to meet you Demian, my name is Hugo." She replied to him, her short tail whisking around with the soft breeze that made the grass blades dance and sway softly. "I must say, I have never seen a horse quite like you in the time I've been around." Hugo didn't wish to come off as rude, if anything she was as polite as can be and was just curious. She took a few steps towards him, watching where she stepped carefully so she wouldn't tumble.
Hugo was about to return her head back towards the grass, but a clearing of a throat and a voice came with a sound of hooves. Her head rose up, ears pricked forward to the speaker. Standing there was a horse she had never seen before. His patterns were much different, not to mention he had wings of a bird! Last but not least, the stallion held no eyes. The sockets were still there, but they held onto terrible scars. The girl shifted a bit in her heavy hooves, taking a little step back but then a step forward. She was no woman to judge by looks, that was not her place.
She tilted her head a bit at him, her black forelock falling near her eyes. His voice was a quiet one, but deep as well. He spoke of his name, Demian and soon asked for hers.
The draft mare smiled at him, seeing that he was friendly and spoke gently towards him. "A pleasure to meet you Demian, my name is Hugo." She replied to him, her short tail whisking around with the soft breeze that made the grass blades dance and sway softly. "I must say, I have never seen a horse quite like you in the time I've been around." Hugo didn't wish to come off as rude, if anything she was as polite as can be and was just curious. She took a few steps towards him, watching where she stepped carefully so she wouldn't tumble.
The Gentle Giant