Two horses, out on an island. People don't understand us, the funny humans, but my herd and I are safe, protected, well-kept. There is nothing to concern us as we graze and follow the shift of the seasons, the tide keeping time for us, day and night.
But the mare that I love most out of the herd is fire and raging winds, a storm contained within a glowing, palomino body. We've come together in mating bliss for many years, but she is the first to enter her cycle this time around.
"Come with me, Fyre."
My sweet, my golden mare, the light of my life. I would do anything for her and it is together that we take our pleasure from each other's bodies again, in the glow of the moon, waves lapping gently on the shore...