Tidying up the Bogong (Talgan Herd - Open)

[Rivre]

OOC: No stallys or colts though please

The rise and swell of the Bogong was the only place that the bulky chestnut stallion felt truly at ease with his surroundings. With the end of the summer all but here, the leaves clung to their branches with little strength, turning a golden green that strained against its hold when brushed past. Talgan had led his two mares to the abundance of grazing and hidden them in one of the dips in the hilly country, almost like a huge horse had left its hoof-print upon the land, one that was concealed by a partial cover of snowgums. They had arrived only a little while before the sun began to set and grazed since then, but Talgan had often let his gaze slip to the two beauties that accompanied him. Oh the gorgeous Burley, with sweet pale tones and melodious call that was as swift and willful as the winds. And the sweet Milyali whose round figure and sweet countenance never failed to make the pains of his duty fade away. He was lucky to have them and felt foolish to bring them to somewhere exposed as this place was - but it seemed more like home than the other areas he had explored. Besides, he had them hidden away in one of its more appealing nooks.

A south wind blew like a soft reminder and ruffled the young stallions mane, causing him to gaze longingly across the glade, up the rise and into the beyond. After a little while he dropped his head again and moved into an area that made him less obvious and so that stood flank to flank with the grullo filly that shone in the remaining light but was hidden by the complexity of the shadows. He nuzzled her neck softly and blew hot air behind her ears. He had promised the young mare adventure and he was sure that his life would not lack it with such pretty charges to protect. "This place is quiet" he observed, though shapes moved in the coming darkness, the few herds of horses that remained were closed off, solitary and interfering with each other at this time of day seemed unnatural. Talgan did not see the need to challenge anyone especially over a mare he had no acquaintance with and one he could not see. His mother had ingrained the image of a perfect mare into his mind so that whenever he saw one he was reminded of lithe dainty and pretty things, but he had learnt with age that non of them mattered unless you could not physically come to like the creature. "Quiet before the storm... Lest the weather should change."

[E!]

The Autumn was a sweet time for Burley, as had been the past few weeks she had been with Talgan, the sweet tempered and sweet coloured young stallion. The palomino mare was content it seemed - a sense she had not been privy to before she had met the sunset-hued horse. The Bogong was always a pleasant place to be, pleasant, but not exciting. She was often left with nothing to do whenever she came to the calm territory of young herds, save for dancing away from youngsters in search of a creamy to add to their herds - however, she was happy to mull about with her handsome stallion and the kind mare Milyali.

The cream coloured mare with her white face and legs was prone to getting along with anyone - but got on others nerves with her constant cheer and childish ways. Silly as she was, she never meant any harm, for her heart was as pure as a foals, and just as innocent. Which was why she could be troublesome when spending time with others, such as the faithful Milyali - she was too silly sometimes to be rational. It had been the same with her fellow creamy Wilgee, when they had played together and been wanted by a stallion whom had chased the poor Wilgee until she shook with fear. Burley had long lost thoughts of those days though, with her happy heart beating strongly in her petite chest. Talgan spoke, his voice starting her from a pleasant doze. She shook off sleep and paced over to rest her soft muzzle upon his neck. She did not know what to say to such a philosophical comment, so she settled with nibbling his strong shoulder affectionately.