Kensa loves the lake but this time of year it’s already gotten a little too cold for her. She is headed down the lake path at a rolling, lazy walk, just taking in the color and crispness of fall in Hyaline. She decides that she’ll go looking for acorns in that stand of oak trees on the other side of the water, they have gone all crimson and gold and she would generally like to get a closer look at them, and so she continues toward the lake so she can skirt its rim and head up into the hardwoods on the other side. When the young mare draws nearer to the shore she notices the golden filly wading in the cold, cold water. She looks, from Kensa’s vantage, to be as happy as can be.
Amused and interested in how the child is not freezing her legs off, the chestnut mare picks up a trot until she draws within speaking distance of the unfamiliar girl. Stopping on the shore she drops her head to sniff at the sharp fragrance of the chilly water before her, just to confirm it hasn’t somehow gotten warmer.
Looking fully on the filly, she greets her in a rather obvious but unselfconscious way. “Hi there! Aren’t you cold?” Although adventurous the chestnut does not want to brave the cold water but steps in curiously all the same and paws at the surface of the water, crystal droplet splashing up just as frigid as she’d expected.
“I’m Kensa. Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.” She adds, and minces back away from the water that has begun to numb her up to her fetlocks.
@[Dawn]
Amused and interested in how the child is not freezing her legs off, the chestnut mare picks up a trot until she draws within speaking distance of the unfamiliar girl. Stopping on the shore she drops her head to sniff at the sharp fragrance of the chilly water before her, just to confirm it hasn’t somehow gotten warmer.
Looking fully on the filly, she greets her in a rather obvious but unselfconscious way. “Hi there! Aren’t you cold?” Although adventurous the chestnut does not want to brave the cold water but steps in curiously all the same and paws at the surface of the water, crystal droplet splashing up just as frigid as she’d expected.
“I’m Kensa. Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.” She adds, and minces back away from the water that has begun to numb her up to her fetlocks.
@[Dawn]
