08-29-2017, 09:20 PM
I’ve finally found the perfect jumping rock, but there is no one to jump with.
It is a terrible tragedy, and one that I must immediately find a solution to. This must be what Mother feels like on a diplomatic visit, I think as I trot through the autumnal woods: this is a very serious missing. My flicking ears and flaring nostrils are working hard; I don’t want to miss anyone that might be able to help.
Ahead, I see a flicker of movement that looks like it might be another horse. I wrinkle my nose (which is suddenly much darker than it had been a moment ago), and know that it is another foal. I can’t tell if I know them or not, because the wind has shifted and they’ve disappeared behind a hill that I am just starting to climb.
“Lochwood?” I call out curiously, “Rhysand?”
I continue up the hill, eager to share my news.
“Hey! Slow down!” I shout, my pale sides heaving as I finally clamber up to the top of the hill. “I found an awesome jumping place,” I say, not caring if the face I find is my twin or my sort-of-adopted brother, or even a complete stranger. Let’s go!” My smile is contagious, and I prance excitedly on slender white legs, blinking soft blue-grey eyes from the black mask across my face.
OOC: this thread is for any foal (or really foal-like horse) in Sylva that wants to play
It is a terrible tragedy, and one that I must immediately find a solution to. This must be what Mother feels like on a diplomatic visit, I think as I trot through the autumnal woods: this is a very serious missing. My flicking ears and flaring nostrils are working hard; I don’t want to miss anyone that might be able to help.
Ahead, I see a flicker of movement that looks like it might be another horse. I wrinkle my nose (which is suddenly much darker than it had been a moment ago), and know that it is another foal. I can’t tell if I know them or not, because the wind has shifted and they’ve disappeared behind a hill that I am just starting to climb.
“Lochwood?” I call out curiously, “Rhysand?”
I continue up the hill, eager to share my news.
“Hey! Slow down!” I shout, my pale sides heaving as I finally clamber up to the top of the hill. “I found an awesome jumping place,” I say, not caring if the face I find is my twin or my sort-of-adopted brother, or even a complete stranger. Let’s go!” My smile is contagious, and I prance excitedly on slender white legs, blinking soft blue-grey eyes from the black mask across my face.
OOC: this thread is for any foal (or really foal-like horse) in Sylva that wants to play