Evander grazed from the fresh green clovers that were condensed to the shade of a lone tree, his long, rippled black tail swishing left and right. Now and then, he would glance at Skyherd, and at what he saw to be one of the most beautiful mares he'd ever seen, her slender bay body marked with dapples of white, with lovely white socks and heavy, flowing feathering on her fetlocks. He saw a solemness in her eyes and sighed silently, knowing exactly what happened to her when he noticed a little filly following in her stride, and no father anywhere to be seen.
He kept his admiration of her to himself and quickly resumed grazing.