♦ Fynnegan ♦
You know, I never thought my welcoming moments into Bequanna would be this calm. I thought it would be grand adventure, a land with constant happenings- in an in your face manor. Nothing about the grand stories Pa told me had anything to do with walking around a meadow. It had been pleasant, and I am curious to meet the rest of Weir’s herd. All these thoughts go through my head as I push myself forward, take a longer stride, drive myself harder. If you don’t have long legs, you have to make up for it in effort, which had to be obvious that I was working hard at this speed. I don’t think I have worked this hard to win at anything in a while, I must push myself more often, I know I must work at things now that I am here.
I inhaled deeply, and hear Weir give way to the chase, “Tally ho!” I feel a chuckle lift in my throat but it doesn’t really escape as my exhaled breath pushes it out and it sounds more like a cough or hiccup. I chance a glance behind me and there is my companion, eyes alight and mane whirling out behind him, gaining on me with little effort. I lower my head a little more playing the ever-serious jock, my sport was a serious matter and winning was not an option. I can barely keep the serious act up, as behind me is a radio voice, calling the second-by-second play. Weir whips up to my right, a quick glance sees he has settled his face in mock determination. The lad’s determination may be mock- but my effort is real- and the full out gallop was starting to get a little harder for me. I can’t help but look back again, and Weir is gone. Straight. Up. Gone! I look ahead, and almost slow up as he isn’t there and then I see him on my left, I think I nearly fall over due to the freight. How I stay upright and still galloping is beyond me. I laugh and call to my thespian racemate-
God bless Weir! I nearly fell over! What a freight you gave me!
We are at the edge now, and I am still a whisker’s length ahead- as weir has been playing the ever-theatrical actor. Weir doesn’t let the finale disappoint. Oh no, as I slow up to not run into the woods Weir collapses to the ground! Oh what a sight!! He flops his head with the crush blow of the heinous title of “giant.” My mane is unsettles, and my breaths are still short and quick this was quite the companion- he had layers that seemed to just keep expanding into this dynamic creature. He kept surprising me it was a welcome feeling…Yes, I would like know more of others like him, yes indeed.
A Giant’s crown must be heavy indeed to collapse the great competitor Weir the Wondrous!
I collapse in a heap of laughter, at the scene we just played out. Oh the scene, indeed; the start, middle, and end all equally magnificent. The grass feels cool and prickly on my sides as I take the time to cool off. My breaths calmed quickly due to the early autumn air; the crisp tang of aging leaves hitting my senses with each slower breath. I pull myself up, mane a bit of a mess, grass and debris clinging to me. My mane settled back into place as I twitch my muscles into a bit of a dog shake, a good post run settling. Weir and I had more traveling to do, and I was looking forward to it.
Come now Giant, I do believe we have more places to go, and people to see!
I wait for the chestnut to stand and tell me where we are going. I will get to see move of the famed Bequanna as we travel and surely there is more the tall lad had to share stored in his kind and wise head. I watch him and follow his lead- I didn’t mind following him, he was the good sort of lad.
[ooc; to gates….]
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