She was the most beautiful mare I'd ever laid eyes on.
The moment Little Creek brought me into his village I'd seen her, galloping by. Her beauty startled me; I'd never seen anything so lightly pretty. Her mane was a creamy color; her colors were brown and white on her body. Her eyes were blue.
Despite my previous misadventures with creatures with ropes, they were oddly not as forceful. This kind of gentle prodding proved more effective to pull me in than anything else I'd been subject to. I wasn't sure exactly how this mare in particular managed to suppress my want to be free when I had won my freedom from hundreds of men more powerful than she.
Rain was exceedingly stubborn, yet gentle and kind and warm. She was unlike any horse I'd ever encountered before.
She showed me the tribe. The two-leggeds that she lived with. A small child came up to me and grabbed my nose. Slightly surprised and annoyed by the gesture, I pulled away. The child plopped onto the ground and began to cry. Two-legged or horse, I hated to see young creatures cry. I nuzzled her until she laughed and hugged my nose. Then she left, calling out a garbled farewell. She was a baby two-legged, from what it looked like.
I looked cautiously to Rain for approval. She had a soft smile on her face. I felt a twinge of embarrassment at the look in her eyes and I nickered gruffly. I wasn't afraid to be gentle when I needed to be. There was nothing wrong with that.
Rain and I took a long walk together. We swam, we pranced, we acted like lovestruck yearlings in the springtime. Rain was a charming, beautiful horse. I knew I was falling in love with her.