{{Mmk, jumping in I guess. ^^}}
Over the rolling hills, the wheat colored fields, a maroon blur flew across the terrain. Her soft milky eyes were hidden under cherry red streaked hairs, that was Minuet's long, untamed forelock. It was silky and smooth, though twisted in curled in the undying winds. She lurched forth at a bold canter, a fast lope, almost a gallop. A soft nicker errupted out of her throat, and she slowed to a halt, spotting a horse in the distance.
Not far off, a spotted stallion lay alone under a willow tree, his lids fluttering open rather lazily. His chest rose and fell in a calm motion, rather steadily as well. His deep golden orbs scanned the landscape. Snorting, he climbed to his hooves. He didn't notice anyone, or anything...Rhett was alone.




