beautiful day! dont let it get away! [o]

[tingara]

He had won, it was plain to see. Burley’s eyes were near transfixed on him like they should have been. A scrawny descendant of Nevada was inferior (more so then normal) when standing in the shadow of a prince, Prisma almost couldn’t blame the mare’s focus on him. ”Run with me, beauty of the Ramshead Range and we will traverse the entire country side. Perhaps we shall even adventure to the South,” the black and white mottled colt proclaimed with his head held high with pride.

”My father, Tingara, hailed from the Southlands, came here to the Cascades and became the King. He lived in Yarraman’s Valley for many years but left it so as to respect the memory of his father,” Prisma answered Burley, motioning his head at Omeo. He himself had not witnessed the fight, however much he would have liked to, but he had heard it had been honourable though it didn’t mean that he had to respect the offspring of his own father’s rival.

Speaking of, the little runt had found his voice once again and what he said only served to make the black prince snort in amusement. ”I respect your father, he fought true and brave, even though he will only ever be remembered as an opportunistic thief, nothing more than a fleeting speck in the history of this country, like a snowflake in a blizzard. Your mother was a mare that Nevada stole, seduced away by his fanciful tales, his lies. He never fought not until he was forced to.” The mood had turned positively icy but it didn’t last long as the son of Nevada turned tail and ran. Just like his father, Prisma thought.

”I apologize for my rudeness, the subject of Nevada is still a sore spot and I seem to lose myself out of fierce loyalty to my family. Come, shall we walk amongst the snowfall together. I would very much like to get to know you more,” the black stallion brushed his nose softly over Burley’s flank. She was indeed beautiful, yet another to add to his herd. Soon enough he would have the most beautiful herd in the High Country.

[E!]

Had she been an intelligent young female, one that would not be flustered by the excitement of having a stallion of royalty, a beast that had experienced life, then perhaps she would have not been so blindsighted. The mottled stallion, Prisma, was so exciting! He was indeed a walking legacy, and Burley, having a fondness for adventure, was so infatuated with this thought, that she all but forgot the presence of Omeo - the kinder, sweeter beast. Still handsome, but without the level of excitement that Prisma offered.

The sweet young mare felt her breath come quicker at the words of the black stallion, and her small ears pricked eagerly. As the stallion continued Burleys milk brown eyes grew brighter, her thoughts all of adventure and excitement. Oh, she would be adventuring without fear at last! It took some will to keep from squealing! As it was, her neat hooves pranced - even as her attention was within her own head.

It just so happened that her attention was less upon the cruel, cold words that were aimed toward Omeo, and more within her thoughts of adventure. This was opportune for Prisma, for Burley, though simple, disliked conflict - and would certainly have dissaproved at the harsh words.

Her attention, however, returned at the leave of Omeo. A suprised whicker left her throat at his retreating hind, confusion dimming her sweet eyes. This was forgotten soon, as Prisma spoke once more. She paid no mind to his apology - she hadnt been listening, and considered it a dangerous topic anyway, and so her carefree nature took over and any confusion at the loss of the kind stallion Omeo was tucked away, deep under her love of being young and free in the snow. She would be with Prisma, for now.

Excitement beckoned and Burley's lips curled into a mischevious smile, prancing forward as Prisma touched her side. "Whats to know? I am Burley, sweet mare of the Ramshead" the grin that accompanied this sentence was one to taunt any young beasts desire, and Burley side stepped away from the handsome young stallion, eyes bright and engaging.