The tobiano stallion had always loved spring. He loved the way the new blossoms began to peek through the melting snow, painting all the trees in gentle warm hues. He loved the way the streams began to babble again, and the sudden cracks as sheets of ice fell away. He loved the songs of the returning birds, and hearing the flutter of their wings as they took off and landed all around him. It was a season that reminded him of rebirth, and that life was good. Much better than the starkness of winter, in his eyes.
In all his travels, he had experienced spring in many a land. He had seen the cold springs of the north where snow still fell despite winter’s departure, and the non-existing springs of the south where there really existed no change year-round. But in all his voyages, no spring compared, in his mind, to the springs in the land of his birth – Beqanna. Here, the colors were just more vibrant and the sweet perfume of the new flowers were incomparable.
Yet, for all his love of the realm, he was very much a loner in his homeland. Despite quite a happy childhood with two loving parents, he had never achieved the same community as the majority of those around him. Perhaps it was that he had no inclination to involve himself in the game of thrones between the kingdoms. Nevertheless, he often found himself wandering in solitude through the shadows, furtively avoiding the more important discussions of the land that occurred around him.
It was in today’s such wanderings though the dense forest which surrounded the field that his gaze was attracted to the strange coloration of another loner, much like himself. He had seen horses of all sorts of natural (and very unnatural) colors in this land, but never with a mark like this one’s. Intrigued, he found himself slowing to a halt as his eyes traced the marking from her withers to her knee and back up. He knew it was rude to stare, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Besides, he was well hidden in the shadows – or so he hoped.
He then glanced around, expecting some kingdom recruiter to saunter forth and do what they do best. Yet, no such figure neared for the few minutes he waited. With a soft snort to himself, he pondered continuing on his way before deciding to approach instead. Gingerly he stepped out of the forest, his pace unhurried and with a slight trepidation in each step. He was not a fan of the field – too much commotion for his liking.
Luckily, she was in a relatively quiet area, he noted to himself. As he neared, he slowed himself down further, until he found himself standing motionless a couple yards away from the uniquely colored white mare. His ears pricked towards her in curiosity as he stretched his muzzle in her direction to let out a soft nicker. “Hey there...”
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