♦ Fynnegan ♦
I can't say I am a fan of winter. Sure it is pretty, and I am well equipped for the cold but I much prefer ease of travel over a pretty sight. Many times practicality is what makes me so different from my tall friends. They have the luxury of being impractical, while I cannot. I have to put thought behind every decision I have to be aware, since my back only at their bellies (most the time) I work twice as hard. So winter only adds to my work. The tall ones don't seem to cares much but if I were tall- I wouldn't care much either.
I decided the meadow would be safe, so many horses they probably had the area mostly packed down and easily passable. The way there from Dale was a little tricky, but I had finally reached the field, which was along the way. I heard a noise off the way, frustration- female...but the source was off in distance. I turned to walk towards it, always curious. but the sound had stopped. I decided to shrug off this curiosity and continue, or else I would never reach the meadow. I continued on, watching the others mingle. Most the time it didn't bother me being the only small horse this side of the mountains, but sometimes it did.
My feet moved forward, doing as I told, though my mind was else where. What would it be like to have other short horses all around. What if tall horses were the oddity? My mind is constantly chasing down some rabbit hole. Next thing I knew, THUD, I ran smack into something. I shook my head and looked to see what I had hit--expecting a tree. I must say, I did a double take indeed. My deep voice escaped before my mind was able to catch it. "You're small!....ooh, um I mean..I'm sorry, I was off in a daydream. Excuse my frankness. i do hate when others point out my size and here I am doing it to you! Such a shame. I am Fynnegan, but most call me Fynn. I must say I didn't think there were any others like me in Beqanna!"
Ok, ok. I may be quite the talker when I get going but she is small! like about my size. and that is quite interesting! and shocking! and just such a turn of events. maybe I am supposed to make a space where being small isn't odd, but normal. I must say I am curious. Curious indeed.
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ooc: i have no clue if the field is between the dale and the meadow but W/E I make my own rules >.<