02-08-2017, 11:09 AM
Seriously, did that filly have to make a competition out of everything the two of them did? Eiria supposed that was what came with having a best friend, but still, every time. Eiria was a fast mare herself, inheriting her speed from her dam moreso than her bulky-framed sire. However, Zhenga seemed unstoppable; she was impossibly fast for a filly, perhaps even faster than her dam. And that was saying something, since Raxa was one of the fastest horses that Eiria knew.
Following a quiet session this morning, training under the watchful eyes of their dams, Eiria and Zhenga had decided to go and check out this hidden grove the roan filly had said she found about a week ago. Always one for exploring, Eiria decided to tag along, eager to see what the place looked like. She definitely had her dam's curiosity, if anything.
Shortly after the two of them had departed from the herd grazing grounds, Zhenga had challenged Eiria to a race to the tree line, which seemed a bit out of the way to Eiria. Why all the way out there, close to the territory's border? Zhenga had clarified that the trail to the grove she found was easily found near the edge of the tree line, which is how she even remembered where it was. Otherwise, if they had gone another way, the roan filly would've forgotten.
Eiria swore that Zhenga would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her neck.
The champagne mare galloped along after the filly, pleased when she saw her friend slow down up ahead. Maybe they were finally close? The tree line was coming to an end, so Eiria hoped so. She loved to run, but she wasn't as fast as her friend. It was really only thanks to the stamina she built up running as a filly that she was still running now.
Before Eiria could meet up with Zhenga, the roan took off again, this time, heading in the direction of the trees. Trusting that her friend knew where she was going, Eiria followed, only to be surprised when she saw something after she rounded the trees.
Zhenga was standing next to two horses; a dark mare Eiria remembered was called Karaugh, and a chestnut white-point stallion, young by the looks of him if not middle-aged like Eiria's dam. As the more friendly and non-teasing of the two, Eiria decided to head up there and rescue the two horses from the playful antics of the roan filly.
Walking up, giving her head a light shake and struggling to speak without wheezing for air in between, Eiria spoke, "Easy there Zhenga. No need for teasing," she chastised. The champagne smiled at the dark mare, "Good morning Karaugh. How are you today?"
Following a quiet session this morning, training under the watchful eyes of their dams, Eiria and Zhenga had decided to go and check out this hidden grove the roan filly had said she found about a week ago. Always one for exploring, Eiria decided to tag along, eager to see what the place looked like. She definitely had her dam's curiosity, if anything.
Shortly after the two of them had departed from the herd grazing grounds, Zhenga had challenged Eiria to a race to the tree line, which seemed a bit out of the way to Eiria. Why all the way out there, close to the territory's border? Zhenga had clarified that the trail to the grove she found was easily found near the edge of the tree line, which is how she even remembered where it was. Otherwise, if they had gone another way, the roan filly would've forgotten.
Eiria swore that Zhenga would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her neck.
The champagne mare galloped along after the filly, pleased when she saw her friend slow down up ahead. Maybe they were finally close? The tree line was coming to an end, so Eiria hoped so. She loved to run, but she wasn't as fast as her friend. It was really only thanks to the stamina she built up running as a filly that she was still running now.
Before Eiria could meet up with Zhenga, the roan took off again, this time, heading in the direction of the trees. Trusting that her friend knew where she was going, Eiria followed, only to be surprised when she saw something after she rounded the trees.
Zhenga was standing next to two horses; a dark mare Eiria remembered was called Karaugh, and a chestnut white-point stallion, young by the looks of him if not middle-aged like Eiria's dam. As the more friendly and non-teasing of the two, Eiria decided to head up there and rescue the two horses from the playful antics of the roan filly.
Walking up, giving her head a light shake and struggling to speak without wheezing for air in between, Eiria spoke, "Easy there Zhenga. No need for teasing," she chastised. The champagne smiled at the dark mare, "Good morning Karaugh. How are you today?"