The sky melted into something that held more color the Heath knew names for. Honey hued eyes looked from it to the tree line that surrounded the clearing. It hovered over him, and the scents that lingered were nothing more then the fragrant melody of the forest. Trees, dead leaf litter and the hint of a melee of small mammals. None close enough to be captured above the earth or chased from a burrow. Heath lingered just a moment longer, and then without taking his eyes off the ground he called for the mare that nosed the ground for grass.
Lumière had studied the sweet morsels of green beneath the leaves until she had decided to take a taste. It was not the fruit that the pastures of the stables granted, but would do for this trip. The mare moved slowly, an ear or eye always on the male that she had claim as her seasons ago. He was hers, even if it looked like the other way around. The roan mare had stumbled across the battered and torn beast and told him it was time to follow. He had ever since. It was to keep his confidence intact that she heeded his call and came when he asked. She had come to be bored of the new place anyways.
The horse’s nostril flared, the scent of the unknown floating to her. Her unease was easily seen on her form and instead of heading the call, the mare stared at the new creature. Black eyes watching as ear turned back and head lowered.