12-17-2015, 10:04 AM
He cannot help the way his eyes wander to her; she is so very different in comparison to his newly found heartmate, but pale rosy dress of her all bound up in twig and flower is something to behold. She is wild in ways that they are not; demure in her summery wildness, a bloom that blossoms in a hard place, tenacious and pretty. The young stallion cannot help the way his heart quickens at every turn of her head, the way her far-off eyes drift but never truly settle amongst them - she had the kind of eyes that dreamers had, so his mother would say. Eyes that belonged to the very wise or the very foolish, and he thinks she is wiser for the eons and starshine steeped in her gaze.
His addax horns sit heavy but familiar on his brow; they are well met in those gentle moments of airy breeze and good tidings. She smiles, and all he can do is smile back, boyish and bright. “Vineine,” he repeats, the name as lovely and secretive as she is, and yes - he thinks she has secrets, knowledge of what seed grows best in the earth, what the sparrow says to the morning in greeting, things that the rest of them will never know or guess at. Mandan likes that she is soft and earthy, so unlike the hard practicality of his mother or the bickering indifference of his half-sister. His interactions with mares have been sorely lacking but she is a welcome change of pace from rough dusty skins and nips.
The bay hears the sharp neigh of surprise from the painted stallion; he remembers their mother mentioning an earlier colt, from her first moments in these lands. He can smell the old stale mark of her on him, and thinks of how he hasn't seen her in days. Mandan knows that this older half-brother got his red coloring from their shared dam, can see more of her outward appearance in him than anything else. He huffs, content in their company, untried as a stallion but not entirely without experience in things and he can sense the other stallion’s interest in the rose-gray mare. “I'm Mandan,” he says to them.
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