02-25-2021, 02:32 PM
The light that meets the dark
Stumbling aside, Cheri rolled her eyes. What had Targaryen been eating lately? Rocks? Her best friend felt bulkier than usual, which was saying something because Targaryen had always looked big to Cheri. He might be ahead of her in age, but she never paused to consider it until they had moments like these, where Cheri realized that before too long Targaryen would be a proper stallion. Fully grown and flying everywhere, she was sure of it. Too grown to stay down here with fillies in Taiga.
She perked up as best she could though, happy to have a willing accomplice for a little longer. At least while he was here, Targaryen was interested in spending time with her. That’s all Cheri honestly cared about.
“O-K then.” She sang playfully, tossing her head. The Open Meadow it was. “We’re headed toward the Heart of Taiga.”
In the midst of the ancient redwoods there was a break in the trees, where the hills rose like solid waves of land and broke open to reveal the sky above. Nestled in the valley of that place was Cheri’s favorite spot. She took off at a brisk walk, popping her heels out to strike haphazardly at the elder horse for fun. Something about the feverish excitement of their plans wriggled its way through her skin, and Cheri felt a rare blossom of elation that could only be expressed with a kittenish attack.
“What about you, Yenny?” She asked, tossing her finely-shaped head aside to catch her friend’s attention. Nothing like good conversation to help make a long trip shorter, she reasoned. Absently, she wondered what he’d think of the nickname. Lately Cheri had been trying to pin him down with one, since Targaryen was a mouthful. A lovely mouthful, but still…
“Are there any places outside of Taiga that you consider favorites?” She pondered aloud, grinning in the dark.
She perked up as best she could though, happy to have a willing accomplice for a little longer. At least while he was here, Targaryen was interested in spending time with her. That’s all Cheri honestly cared about.
“O-K then.” She sang playfully, tossing her head. The Open Meadow it was. “We’re headed toward the Heart of Taiga.”
In the midst of the ancient redwoods there was a break in the trees, where the hills rose like solid waves of land and broke open to reveal the sky above. Nestled in the valley of that place was Cheri’s favorite spot. She took off at a brisk walk, popping her heels out to strike haphazardly at the elder horse for fun. Something about the feverish excitement of their plans wriggled its way through her skin, and Cheri felt a rare blossom of elation that could only be expressed with a kittenish attack.
“What about you, Yenny?” She asked, tossing her finely-shaped head aside to catch her friend’s attention. Nothing like good conversation to help make a long trip shorter, she reasoned. Absently, she wondered what he’d think of the nickname. Lately Cheri had been trying to pin him down with one, since Targaryen was a mouthful. A lovely mouthful, but still…
“Are there any places outside of Taiga that you consider favorites?” She pondered aloud, grinning in the dark.
@[Targaryen]