let's have an unpleasant partnership [Aiden]

[Notes]

Brecken

The palomino stood near the soft waves of the lake. This was where the grass was most delicious and nutritious. Or maybe it was just him who liked wet grass. His eyes were staring at the grey-ish water of the lake as he audibly munched on the summer grass. Of course it wasn't as good as the sweet spring grass but it seemed like he had arrived at Kalf Lake too late to enjoy that. As the isabella ate, he suddenly heard splashes next to him. Looking to his right slightly by turning his head. The sight was rather unexpected as he saw a young, skinny ram by his side with his head down, drinking the water. Bringing up his head in suprise, he watched as the ram turned and ran away as if he didn't know that Brecken was there when he arrived. The brown animal looked like he was starving as he stopped a few meters away to hurrily grab a mouthful of grass before running away again. Turning his head slightly to the left, the palomino quietly laughed before returning to his grass. He hadn't given the thought to eat much in the past few days without much reason. Perhaps he knew that he wanted to come and decided that the lush lake side grass was worth waiting for.

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; It seemed to be only the beginning of Summer, and Aiden already wished for it to be Fall again. The humidity and heat were oppressive, the dampness unbearable, and even now the constant moisture was causing the grass to rot like old fruit, the hooves of horses to crack, and their soles to flare up and inflame. "Good God," The mare muttered in complete exasperation, pulling her hoof from a soggy piece of ground that it had sunken into. The whole damn world had become a swamp, she mused, here eyes narrowing as she turned her head toward the pond. All the stagnant water was unfit to drink, so the mare had to make this journey through the muck every morning just for a drink.

As she looked toward the grey-blue water of the lake, she noticed a horse grazing on the edges of the water, though how he could stand to eat the grass she did not know. Lately she had simply eaten the leaves off of the trees, like some did in winter when the need was great. However, she simply watched him for a moment before moving past him without a word, lowering her head to take a drink from the lake.

[Notes]

Brecken

He was not used to be disturbed while he was near the lake. But today, it seemed as if many others share his same idea to go the lake to get a little rest. Picking his head up only slightly, not wanting to move any more than that. All that he could see was a small little roan mare walking by him. Keeping his eyes on the mare for a moment longer, he watched, with much grass sticking out of his mouth, as the mare lowered her head to drink from the lake. Then, the stallion felt something strange -- it wasn't love, not hate. But more like curiousity. Lowering his own head into the lake to get a drink, Brecken kept his eye on the sabino. He wondered for a second if his continuous looking would scare her away but he took the chance.

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; The red roan mare had been drinking for several moments before she became aware that the stallion was watching her. It was just that feeling along her spine, a certain uneasy tingling, that alerted her at first, and when she raised her head a quick glance in his direction confirmed her unease-- he had pulled up beside her and had his eyes turned toward her. She didn't like it; the feel of his eyes on her made her distinctly uncomfortable, not to mention restless. She quickly cut him a I-dont'-know-what-you're-doing-but-please-stop-now look, and moved away a short distance, twitching her tail across her rump.

[Notes]

Brecken

The isabella could sense that the mare didn't enjoy his staring. The stallion watched her walk away from him but the stallion couldn't help but follow her. He still wasn't sure what it was about the mare that interested him so much. Maybe it was her red color. Stopping when Brecken was only a few feet behind her, he wasn't sure if the mare knew that he was behind her or not but he continued looking before getting up the courage to get closer. Walking around the roan mare so that he could meet her eyes and she could see his. "Hello." Based on what she had done before when he was looking at her, he wasn't sure if she was the sweetest mare.

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; The mare's first reaction to the stallion was simply caution; a small mare distancing herself from a large, strange male. However, when he followed her, she switched immediately into a more aggressive state. Her tail pinned against her flank, and her ears against her head, her blue eyes--which suddenly took on a striking resemblance to ice--narrowed into a warning. There was obvious distrust in her gaze (she had enough experience with other horses to ever be lax about security). She made no attempt to answer his greeting, instead looking him up and down thoroughly, then asking, in a monotonous and chilly voice, "What are you doing?"

[Notes]

Brecken

What was he looking at? Wasn't it obvious? Was his eyes not on the mare? Though his cuiousity sometimes got him in dangerous situations, Brecken knew when to back away from an angry mare. After all, he was one of the only colts in his mother's band of mares and foals. The isabella backed a few steps away from the roan and stared at her. He simply ingnored the mare's cold reply to his greeting and just made another chance to speak to her. "Hi. My name is Brecken. What's yours?"

occ: Ahh! he talks like a kindergartener xD

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; The mare had, apparently, misjudged this massive stallion. He was no threat to her, and he seemed somehow childish, in the way he talked and acted, and a little lost. "I don't think it's any of your business what my name is." She told him, though her voice was a little less cold now that there was no threat from him. Then she seemed to rethink her response even more. "Though, since you told me yours; I'm Aiden."

Really, Aiden was vaguely interested that this stallion had approached her. Encounters mostly varied depending on her mood and her addressee, and really, sometimes it was nice to actually talk to someone, and have them be genuinely curious.

[Notes]

Brecken

The childish stallion brought his head down and stared up at the mare with his blue eyes as the mare seemed to scold him as his dam did when he did something wrong. Her voice wasn't cold but not loving. That was how his mother yelled at him whenever he he didn't behave the way she wanted him to.

As the mare spoke again, the palomino picked his head up slightly, glad that her tone was softer than when she first spoke. "Hi Aiden!" It came out louder than the stallion wanted it to but he hoped that it got the message across to her that he was of no threat.

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; The only sign the mare gave that she had heard his loud outburst was a suprised twitch of her ears, her eyes continuing to watch him carefully while the silence streched out before them. Harmless, indeed; that still didn't mean she really want to talk to him. The conversation seemed rather pointless.

"Hello." She finally said, though her voice was still emotionless. "What do you want?" She felt a little bad saying it, but it came out simply from pure habit, so there you go.

[Notes]

Brecken

The palomino kept his childish smile on his face. Brecken studied the mare, watching every move she made from the twitch of her ears to the way her lips moved when speaking. As the mare seemed to yell at her, only at a soft tone, Brecken dropped his ears and looked at Aiden. He wasn't sure how to answer the mare's question. He wasn't sure what he wanted. The only reason the isabella had approached the mare was because he was curious about the roan. After all, she was a rather pretty mare with her red coat. Umm I'm not sure what I want. The stallion looked down at the ground, brought his hoof up and kicked the dust.