A huge black Stallion watched Skyherd from over a hill with thoughtful brown eyes, his long, silken mane blowing wildly in the wind like a flag. The sun lit up his satiny pelt on his well-muscled body like a suit of armor.
Flip surveyed his herd with the eye of a proud father, mouthing the names of each one to himself as his eyes registered them. He paused at the sight of Redwind and admired her, wondering what a foal, out of Redwind and by Flip, would look like (
). Still, Silver was his mate - she would do a significant amount of producing for him. He began to trot toward her but, when he spied the black stallion on the hill, he stopped and stared defiantly at it.
Seeing the commotion that he raised and cursing his conspicuous pelt for being so obviously contrasted to his surroundings, the Stallion casually trotted away, the long feathering on his legs rippling gracefully in the wind as he ran.
Silver curiously looked after him as he left, her eyes narrow. She shrugged it off and turned back to the bustling Skyherd, smiling at Flip.