Peace of Spring

Taliesyn was well and truly sleek coated now, every last trace of winter coat gone from his frame and rubbed into the ground. His mane was unbraided, tail switching side to side in lazy flicks and twitches as he meandered slowly along the basin, grazing contentedly.

The grasses were sweet, and the night was cool—still with a spring nip in the air, but comfortable. He hadn’t caught scent or sign of Kamillah in a good while, and apart from the occasional glint of concern, he wasn’t fully bothered. The last traces he’d come across, she hadn’t been alone. A colt and Acacia’s scents had been with her, and so, he could reassure himself that the mare would be fine.

A lazy snort fluttered his glowing nostrils, a light stamp dislodging gnats from his hide as he meandered another step. Isolde was in the sky, keeping watch. Wangui was braiding and weaving blades of grass, making small containers. It was peaceful, with the hush of the ocean in the distance and the gentle thrum and whistle and hiss of the wind through the grass.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think