11-22-2020, 07:07 PM
Torrent was a spirited colt. He enjoyed surfing the waves when they grew large on the south side of the island, breaking over the reefs that ringed the place. It was a thrill like no other to swim beneath the building breaker, to wait and wait for the perfect moment to leap from the white foamy crest. It felt like a competition, making it back to shore when it seemed like nature was hellbent on dragging him down.
It was a big one. Almost too big, if he was being honest with himself. What kind of yearling would be be though if he actually listened to caution? No, instead shoved down the niggling little voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like his mother. Rolled once, and let the wave pick him up.
It was a fast trip once that happened. Scary fast. The wave was a monster, ten feet tall at least, and it rolled toward the beach like an angry god. Torrent held on as long as he could. The water was like the thinnest sheet of rippled glass before his face, showing the world in a snapshot of sunlit perfection before he felt the water shift around him. The crest was breaking. It was now or never. With a Herculean thrust of his tail, the hippocamp surged from the rolling wave as it crashed around him, white foam and blue water as far as the eye could see.
For one glorious moment, he was airborne. A creature of sky and sea and everything in between. Then reality took over with little fanfare and less grace, as he smacked the surface of the water again and spun beneath the next coming wave.
He'd seen something while he'd been above the surface. A figure on the beach. Woozily, he decided that it was probably time he was done anyway. His entire underbelly stung with the impact, and the waves just kept on coming. Halfway under his own power and halfway just letting the water do its thing, he made it back to shore, looking for the stranger as he neared.
With a nicker, he pulled himself onto the sand. It wasn't an elegant thing to watch. Somewhere between a whale beaching itself and the blubbery land strike of a seal. Still, the was no helping it until he dried. It worked. Belly on the ground, long fluked tail behind and forehand propped up on his equine legs, the buckskin yearling blinked quizzicaly up at the new face.
"Whatcha want my Ma for?"
@[Nashua]
It was a big one. Almost too big, if he was being honest with himself. What kind of yearling would be be though if he actually listened to caution? No, instead shoved down the niggling little voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like his mother. Rolled once, and let the wave pick him up.
It was a fast trip once that happened. Scary fast. The wave was a monster, ten feet tall at least, and it rolled toward the beach like an angry god. Torrent held on as long as he could. The water was like the thinnest sheet of rippled glass before his face, showing the world in a snapshot of sunlit perfection before he felt the water shift around him. The crest was breaking. It was now or never. With a Herculean thrust of his tail, the hippocamp surged from the rolling wave as it crashed around him, white foam and blue water as far as the eye could see.
For one glorious moment, he was airborne. A creature of sky and sea and everything in between. Then reality took over with little fanfare and less grace, as he smacked the surface of the water again and spun beneath the next coming wave.
He'd seen something while he'd been above the surface. A figure on the beach. Woozily, he decided that it was probably time he was done anyway. His entire underbelly stung with the impact, and the waves just kept on coming. Halfway under his own power and halfway just letting the water do its thing, he made it back to shore, looking for the stranger as he neared.
With a nicker, he pulled himself onto the sand. It wasn't an elegant thing to watch. Somewhere between a whale beaching itself and the blubbery land strike of a seal. Still, the was no helping it until he dried. It worked. Belly on the ground, long fluked tail behind and forehand propped up on his equine legs, the buckskin yearling blinked quizzicaly up at the new face.
"Whatcha want my Ma for?"
@[Nashua]