The once vivid and blooming wildflowers have come and gone, replaced with the long, golden grasses of autumn. Some of them crunch beneath the weight of his hooves on their roots, while most of them brush gently against his ivory and honey patterned stomach. The air is cooler, yet the warmth of the day left some heat to where the chilly breeze is nearly welcomed as it filters through the empty meadow, whistling through the hills and valleys as it trickles through Svedka’s two-toned mane. The breeze not only brings a coldness that sends a delightful shiver down his spine as if an icy finger had traced it, but the familiar scent of a woman he had not seen since spring.
The stallion snorts softly at the peculiarity of it, lifting his head to sample the wind once more with flaring nostrils. He grins wildly, moving forward at a brisk trot now - more purposeful in his movement through the meadow - while his honeyed ears flick back and forth for any sound that could help him find her easily. The afternoon sun is before him, illuminating the entire landscape before him in molten gold. Dust catches the rays and falls through the air like flakes of glittering sunlight, a beautiful sight, but not what he wanted to find. Svedka snorts sharply, almost desperately, but as he crests a nearby hill, his searching quickly comes to an end.
She is just as he remembers her - soft, angelic, beautiful - beneath the sun’s gentle rays, the sweeping wind bringing her scent to him once again. He does not hesitate, continuing forward in a quick trot towards her. Svedka’s neck curves mildly, pressing his chin to his chest as he approaches, elongating his steps so that he could get to her quicker. The stallion slides to a halt before her, both of them surrounded by golden stalks of grass and the dying warmth of the afternoon sun. “Nymf.” He says her name breathlessly, a single foreleg tearing at the ground for a moment before he truly settles before her. His blue and ivory tail slashes against his flank as he stretches his neck towards her, wanting to feel the velvet of her muzzle against his own.
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