Caleb was high in the sky, dancing with the wind, flirting with clouds. His mind at ease. Steel-colored orbs flickered with excitement as he banked and dived, ascended, descended, and glided. He was built to be in the sky, it was an undeniable truth. He chortles childlessly, his mind still mostly young. He would turn two soon, so the boy would desperately hold onto his playful attitude until he would be expected to act like an adult. His laughing quiets as he begins to sink closer to the ground, noticing a dark form laying on the plush foliage. Truly, he had been enjoying himself and would've ignored the horse, but he was drawn to the idea of having someone to talk to. Living in solitude was far from pleasing, thus he had to talk to whoever he ran into whenever he could.

The green grass drew close quickly and he found himself bracing for the impact of landing. He felt his hooves move to meet the ground and his wings fold as he was planted firmly on the ground. By no means was he close to the shadowy figure. Large ears flicked backwards as he lunged forward, using the momentum of his abrupt landing, to surge towards the horse laying in the grass. A gift from his large frame, was a large gait. The distance between them was minimized with each bounding stride and within moments, he was within feet of her. Sliding to a halt, his hind hooves dig into the moist ground as he shifts his weight backwards. His wings unwrap at his sides and shoot outwards with the intent to catch the wind and halt quicker. Once he is still, large appendages hang loosely at his sides, pinions touching the grass.

He inhales sharply, his eyes shrouded with curiosity as he examines her. From her scent, it's clear she is female, however, she is built in a masculine way. Her body is lined with muscle and he wishes her to stand so he might better see her body, contours, slopes, divots, everything. He tosses his horned head, tresses dancing wildly before settling on his powerful neck. A smile claims his lips for a moment before quickly vanishing, a vaguely worried look replaces it. He attemots to shift closer to her, his head dropping marginally. His muscles clench as he tries to drop his muzzle towards her. "Are you injured?" He murmurs as he searches for injuries. Perhaps she doesn't enjoy his disregard for personal space, but it is clear he means well. Under his tough exterior is a warm soul, waiting to be noticed.

After a moment, he assumes all is well and steps away from her. His worried expression has vanished, a shy smile taking it's place for an infinitesimal amount of time before fading to a neutral expression. Still under the assumption that all is well (due to the fact that nothing seemed out of the ordinary during his up-close examination of her health), he continues. "I am Caleb," he comments, seemingly unaffected by the fact that he had just been hovering over a mare. It is true, Caleb is no creature of lust (for the most). His lips twitch into a shadow of a smile as he dips his head respectfully. Now that his concern for her health has diminished almost completely, he can take her feminine and masculine glory in all together.

He is used to the female being completely feminine, but he is still interested, on many levels, if this mare. She is stunning in many ways. Her mane and tail tumble a great length with the subtle chestnut curls any wild horse would have. Her body is dark, like his, but hued a reddish orange color. Along her neck, head, and part of her front legs, are lighter colored markings that resemble that of a tiger/zebra cross. They are the color of the embers of a fire. He hungrily steals a few more moments of looking at her before his steel orbs try to find hers.

@[Hearth] would you like a tag or no? I have no preference personally.