♦ Fynnegan ♦
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to watch myself from above, to self-narrate everything that went on around me. I would describe the tall one's reactions to me, and how I move through this place differently than most. I had yet to meet any other short legged- beast like me. I think it would be a grand thing- to be able to look down on the world from above- or maybe i just dream of big things. I guess if you were me, you would dream of being bigger too. Just take any ol' average horse and reduce everything by half, well then you would have me. I just want to see what everyone else does when I come through, and have it a little easier.
This snow is cumbersome, as it is halfway to me knees. Yeah, it may not be that hard to attain when you are as close to the ground as I am, but oh well, I dislike it just the same. This particular type of snow is the worst, were there is the crackle and crunch under the weight of a fresh step. The top of the snow a little bit more ice than it is snow- makes the effort of each step just the more tedious. I don't mind hard work, but what I wouldn't give to have longer legs so I could make it to destination quicker and with less effort right about now. I stop my slightly strained steps to rest for a moment. The meadow is a great place, but I feel like it is stretching on forever. I wish I could borrow Magnus's wings! Now then I would be set. My mane rustles as I shake my head with a chuckle. Borrow his wings, how silly.
I jolt with quite the shock, my moment of self-laughter abruptly ending. There was a shout, no a shriek from the distance, and now that he was aware to the sounds around him, a distinct and different sound than usually is around the meadow-- heavy stomping feet. Most the sounds I hear around here are calm conversations, and quiet foot falls. Not yelps, never yelps. I can't help but wonder if there is something going on. I pick up all 9 hands of me and move out quickly towards the sound. I shall not sit by while someone else may be in danger! I round a corner and see a lone mare, stomping around, having quite the fit.
I stopped, head tilted curiously to the side. My fuzzy black pelt stretched over a fit lean body, a short body, but a fit one just the same. My stance relaxed from that of a poised hero-- to that of a confident, yet confused stallion. I walk a little closer as the lass continues to stomp around, my voice is deeper than my size would suggest, a nice tenor. "Um.... miss, I couldn't help but hear you shout, is everything ok? I look up at her; I mean I look up to everyone, eyes crinkled in an appropriate amount of concern. "Can I help you with anything? Name's Fynnegan- but I'll let you call me Fynn, if you'd like to." I flash my most suave smile, more out humor than actually wanting to put the moves on her. After all she was having quite the fit, I know nothing of her…I simply wished to help.
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