. : M E L O D Y && J A S P E R : .
Melody snorted angrily at his words, ears flattening against her chestnut skull. When he grows silent after his outburst, Melody quickly finds something to say. Melody is about to open her mouth and blurt something blunt out, when Jasper cuts across her swiftly,
"Just drop it, okay?"
He says shortly, his voice cutting into the quiet air. Melody detects a bit of anger in there, and glances at him curiously, before sighing loudly and wandering around for some grass to eat. Jasper also lowers his head, nibbling at some grass, not being as picky as Melody, who is searching the whole area for sweet grass. Melody finally settles near the trees, munching on the long grass that lays by the base of it. Jasper shakes his whole body as he feels the land heat up slowly, yet steadily. At least they have shade here in the trees, though pretty soon they'll be getting thirsty, and will have to move off to find some water. Unless I can dig some out... Jasper thinks, pausing in his grazing. If he can do that, then all of them can just settle here for the day if they don't want to move somewhere else.
With this thought in mind, Jasper wanders around, just as Melody has, sniffing the ground intently. He is searching for the colder, moist sand, as he knows under that, somewhere, hopefully would be something to drink from. Jasper finds a moist area near some rocks, and instantly starts to dig with his large, round hoof digging into the soft ground, grunting quietly as he works. Jasper settles himself to digging, knowing if there is any water, it would be quite far down in this dry land.
. : M I L L I E : .
The mare stands still, her dark eyes locking with the predator's greedy yellow ones. Millie is about to consider fighting it, when suddenly the other mare jumps out and attacks it, seeming to come from nowhere. Millie takes a few uncertain steps back, and watches Trouble and her speak blankly, not taking anything in. It is when the mare visibly starts to flirt with Trouble, is when Millie pays attention.
Millie understands that in herd circumstances the mares have to do everything they can to become in foal, but Millie can't help but envy this mare. She is so confident in herself, she can just throw herself at the stallions. Millie, however, is not so confident. At first, she is like she is now, wants to be left alone, but then as she does become in heat, she becomes very clingy. Though not in the way this mare is clinging on to Trouble, she just stays as close to the other horses as she can, as if afraid that if she leaves them she will get eaten or something. Perhaps it has something to do with what she has gone through as a yearling, watching stallions steal mares in the spring, perhaps it has made her paranoid.
Millie lets out a small sigh, and decides to move off as they begin to roll. Millie doesn't really want to be around for the flirting, so she trots off quietly, flicking her golden tail, head held high. Millie breaks into a canter, stretching her legs out, before picking up speed, heading towards the watering hole. It takes Millie ten minutes to get there, as she took a longer route, wanting to get rid of some of her built up energy before chilling. Millie slows to a trot as she nears it, not even looking at the other horses drinking. She lowers her head and dips her muzzle in the cool water, for a moment not even drinking, just letting the water lap at her whiskery, soft muzzle. Millie finally starts drinking when her muzzle feels cold, and soon raises her head, water dripping from her mouth, letting out a long sigh.
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