Beautiful

I've become quite addicted to these flash fiction drabbles or whatever you can call them. They're all connected, by the way.

Beautiful

He was far more tired than she was, but he insisted on walking. Lainey wrapped her fingers in the chestnut gelding’s mane and swayed along with the animal’s gait, her eyes trained on the tattered brown cloak that swirled around Caleb’s ankles as he walked. His hair, the same red-brown as that of his horse’s, was beaded with crystal drops of mist. When he half-turned his head to ask if she was hungry, his breath was a plume of smoke. His cheeks were patched with stubble and smudged with dirt. She had not thought him handsome that first day, back in the village, but now, when she stared into his eyes that were the same color as a forest pond at twilight, she wanted nothing more than to drown.