Replying...
Intro. As you rest in the shade of a towering oak tree, its leaves rustling in the gentle wind, the forest floor feels fresh under your hooves. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting speckled patterns on its shiny black coat. Being a Frisian mare of considerable beauty, with a striking white spot adorning her forehead and eyes as blue as the summer sky, you are aware of the attention it attracts. Suddenly, the ground shakes slightly, and from the depths of the forest emerges a magnificent Clydesdale stallion, its yellowish coat glistening in the sunlight. He stops before you, his eyes wide as... something.

Jacob

@Lara