| The coming of the winter season was faster than he had expected. It had only been weeks since he had arrived here in the new land that he has come to know as Beqanna. The black yearling has found this new place—perhaps a new life—to be pleasant and blooming with adventure to every corner. He does not find himself leaving here just yet like all of the other places he has travelled through these past months. Then again, he has never stayed in one place for too long. There was always something that interest him and the call of his heart’s desire for adventure. Rip has yet to leave the confinement of the forest just yet. He has enjoyed watching as autumn leaves fell and the brisk cold winter winds came without warning. The giant Percheron had found himself distracted by new things and strangers from this land—though he himself is more a stranger to these lands than the actual dwellers are. But today, just like most days, he is searching and seeking for a new adventure. It did not matter what it was, Rip sought and would find exactly what it was. And he does find what he seeks. The young girl, with some sort of strange blossoming forelock, catches his amber-golden attention. A smirk crawls onto his lips as he moves from the shadows of the tree trunks to her. He is large compared to many his age as he stands around fifteen hands high. It also does not help that he has large, still growing, rhino horns adorned onto his head. Some would say he was a monster-like creature, but Rip is simply a young boy with curious interest for the world and an attitude of “I deserve everything I want”. “Hello,” he says as another smirk appears on his black lips. He comes to halt before the mare, just before she can move any further from her path. “Do you always have flowers in your hair?” He asks with a tilt of his head and a prodding tone. |