Under The Willow Tree (Accepting)

[above_all_else]

Spirit sighed. "Only one- her name is Frost," he told her, his voice oozing with affection. "She's my lead mare," he said proudly.

[Aravel]

Faith could hear the affection in his voice. She found it very sweet. She couldn't hold back from saying aw. "Aw..." She thought deeper. "Wait, stallion... What is your name?"

[lavender.]

[After finally reading 8 pages of missed posts, Jade comes back to life. ;D
And I thought we were on some hilly plains, not in the forest?]

Jade watched the confrontation between Track and Rymth over yet another mare. She shook her head slightly. She walked over to where Celeste was. Very quietly as to not wake her, she began grazing, watching the clouds roll by.

[above_all_else]

Spirit straightened himself up to his ful height, his stance proud. "My name is Spirit, Stallion or the Cimmaron."

They left, because Popham ran away, and Track forced her away from Rymth into a forest, I think)))

[Aravel]

She dipped her head. "I'm known as Faith. I was given that name because I would always but into business and say what I believed to be right. I'm like my mother, always looking out for others and striving for what I believe is right. I think I will join your herd. May I ask what it is called, Sir Stalllion?" She laughed at the funny nickname. But when she said "Stallion," she said it like an Italian person and with the flow. "Stall-ee-on." She giggled.

[above_all_else]

Spirit laughed, obviously pleased. "My herd is known as- well, not many horses know of my herd," he stopped, sdetracked and flustered. "OH! Right, it's called the Valley herd," he told her with a smile. "And hopefully, Ms. Faith, you will find it to your liking."

[Aravel]

Faith laughed, quite excited actually. She dipped her head and whinnied in joy. "Onward my fellow stallion!" She laughed and followed him to wherever he was going. She just hoped the other mare was kind.

[above_all_else]

Spirit grinned, his tail waving proudly. "You'll like Frost," he told her, trotting towards the watering hole where she was waiting. "She's very nice."

[Aravel]

She dipped her head in understanding. "Okay." She smiled and continued to follow down to the waterhole. She saw a mare by herself there.

[above_all_else]

She's not on right now...-.-))

Spirit whinnied happily, trotting towards Frost. "Come on, Fait!" he called, galloping down the slope.

Feel free to go Popham hunting))

Popham shook her head, snoring. She glanced around, feeling renewed from her nap. She stood up quickly, perking her ears.