•• a lump of sunshine

[Silver]

----------------- REUBEN ----
“And the spring rain, she calls to us, reaches out her hand to us. She sings to us with her watery voice, and then is gone, is gone…” The echoing strains of his voice faded out into nothingness as the stallion stopped to smell some of the new wildflowers that had bloomed over the beginning of the spring months. The scent of them made him smile, and he sighed happily. The rain had let up for a little while and he could see patches of blue in the sky. A deep laugh rumbled its way up from his chest and escaped his mouth before it was cut off. His brown eyes twinkled and he turned away from the flowers to walk a little ways. “O’er near and far she’ll disappear, and we shall wonder. Where she went and where she stays, and how we will ever find her.” Humming a little, he worked on his latest poem. Each was unique and some were committed to memory, and some were simply forgotten as fast as they were dictated. A pair of swallows flitted past and he watched them fly by, twirling around each other in a complicated dance. He chuckled and moved on, the tall grasses tickling his legs as the stallion moved with them. He was alone, but he didn’t mind. Wandering was his thing. He liked to see the world. Granted, he hadn’t seen much of the world until today (today he had decided to move from his little “territory”), but he liked what he saw so far. The sun shone down softly on his back and he rumbled in appreciation. “But when she is gone, and her tears fall no more, we will be touched by the smile of the sun.”

He had no reason for being anywhere. It was just his being there that was his purpose. His stomach growled and he lowered his head to pull up a great mouthful of grass, thinking all the while. “Anh starsh will fall to ush below,” he mumbled around the greenery, his mind whirring with artistic license. Another bite, and another, the grass ripped out of the ground, led to a sudden thought which brought a smile to his face. “And the moon will follow after!” Satisfied with his latest masterpiece, Reuben wandered down to a soft place of grass, let his knees bend and rolled onto the cool ground with a sigh of contentment as he watched the sky with its large clouds. This was the life.
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[Sauda]

EIRNIN

It was a clear day, the shining sun smiling down on the little patch of land that was called the Faraway Meadows. His limbs, powerful and sleek and, for the most part, covered a neat white, propelled his body along, digging into the rich soil. The long, lush grass was smelling sweeter than ever, and his stomach grumbled at its emptiness, unhappy that it had nothing to digest. Eirnin paid no heed to it at this point, content to merely canter along. He constantly trod on the wildflowers that were spreading like the weed they were, sending their aromatic scents spiralling up into his nostrils. He sneezed, in fact, for the constant tickling pollen that he breathed in. At this sign, he reluctantly slowed down, giving in to his stomachs demands.

The long grass stalks were perfect, his teeth, lightly stained yellow, ripped them from their nests in the ground, grinding them into a substance that was easiest for his stomach to digest. His eyelids closed over his black eyes, shading most of the sun, but it still shone through his lids, causing him to see scarlet instead of the usual inky blackness. He sighed into the stalks, happily content to rest here for a few moments. There were things he would need to do, preferably sooner over later. And he would not stake a claim for one of the available lands, until he had found himself at least one girl to follow him to his future home. A fly buzzed by his ear, an irritating sound that he merely ignored. Until it disappeared, and then felt it trying to fly up his nose.

He flung his drooping head up, escaping the ignorant insect. Snorting with disgust, and to try and get rid of the imaginary feel of the fly still in there, he made the decision to once again ignore the angry noises of his stomach. That’s what I get. He scolded himself lightly, annoyed now that he had rested in the first place. He looked around the vast terrain, ears and eyes on the lookout for a possible companion. His ears caught the voice before his eyes sought the speaker. “And the moon will follow after!” Eirnin didn’t quite understand what that statement could be about, but he headed for the male voice anyway, glad to find someone to converse with. He caught the hulk of a creature, a tall grey equine, taller than him. He headed over, watching as the other bent down, and rolled in the grass.

“Good day, is it not?” He spoke as he reached a suitable distance, close enough for the grey to hear, far enough away so that he would not come across as an adversary. He stood, relaxed in the warm sun, waiting for a response.