White Carpet

Spring had begun to touch the world, and he had long since begun to shed out the glowing white, shimmering winter coat. Tufts of hair clung to trees, carpets of it layered the grass in places he’d rolled and rubbed his itching hid into the ground.

Wangui did her best to rub and scrape the stallion’s winter coat off but a lemur could only do so much, so it was left to the rocks and trees and ground to get the hair off. When he rolled in the stream on the Dancefloor, hair floated in glowing swirls downstream.

He was pristine, having worked himself through the stream several hours ago. Now he grazed contentedly on the new spring grass in the basin south of the Dancefloor. Isolde taxied in the air, high, high above, a speck in the blue sky, though her eyes were keen enough that she could stoop and warn him of an approach well before the approaching creature, friend or foe, might know of his presence.

She did so now, and his head lifted, chewing pausing as he sought out what she’d spotted, ears perked in the thick mane.

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