A Slave to Fascination
The stallion stood with water up to his belly as he stared intently at a vibrant colored flower that floated in the little flooded area. If one thought he looked odd now, they should have seen him when he discovered the plant.
Cairpre had been walking along on dry land, minding his oqn business, when his eyes landed on the attractive and odd-looking blossom. Once he'd seen it he charged blindly into the water, shocked at first that there was water at all beneath the greenery, but not at all daunted.
Now he had his face up as close as he could get it, examining the plant's colors and parts with unreasonable intensity.
"What a lovely find. I wonder what happens when you're dried out and mashed up..." he murmured to himself.


