The young horse gently looked up, finishing nibbling on some of the grass he had in his mouth as well as taking a sip of water. He looks up and hears a voice, then seeing the horse come floating down like a feather in the wind.
"Hello hello, big fellow! Beautiful day isn't it? I'm Mateo."
Buceph smiled at the young stallion as he landed, chuckling at the jest. "I suppose you could say that. I'm Bucephalus, but you can call me Buceph."
