06-22-2018, 01:57 PM
That rough, seawater voice of her father’s sends Adria leaping into the sky when he surprises her from behind. “EEYAAAH!” The girl screeches, kicking her heels into a little tattoo behind her as she shies away. “DAD!” She yells, her heart racing when she turns around to pin him with a fiery glare, “Don’t do that!”
Around them the sea begins to churn, her waters growing choppy and unsettled as if to match the temper of the little sabino buckskin. It lasts for a moment, only until her mock anger breaks and, like the sun breaking through a sudden storm, she laughs away her fear and splashes her way back to the loving embrace of her father.
All her life she’s never really thought of Hod as being blind, not in the way that others might. Her mother acts no different because of it so neither does she. To Adria, it seems as if her stout, fleabit sire is capable of more than the average horse, and she looks up to him the same way an adoring fan might look up to their idol.
“Where are we going today?” Hod’s firstborn asks, curious and eager as she peers up to him, “The reef? The drop off?” She guesses, too impatient to allow him a reply at first. Beneath her, Adria’s white-splashed legs are a flurry of activity, just waiting for direction from her favorite mentor.
@[Hod] xoxo
Around them the sea begins to churn, her waters growing choppy and unsettled as if to match the temper of the little sabino buckskin. It lasts for a moment, only until her mock anger breaks and, like the sun breaking through a sudden storm, she laughs away her fear and splashes her way back to the loving embrace of her father.
All her life she’s never really thought of Hod as being blind, not in the way that others might. Her mother acts no different because of it so neither does she. To Adria, it seems as if her stout, fleabit sire is capable of more than the average horse, and she looks up to him the same way an adoring fan might look up to their idol.
“Where are we going today?” Hod’s firstborn asks, curious and eager as she peers up to him, “The reef? The drop off?” She guesses, too impatient to allow him a reply at first. Beneath her, Adria’s white-splashed legs are a flurry of activity, just waiting for direction from her favorite mentor.
@[Hod] xoxo