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Taytim
The thundering hooves in her ears was, in actuality, the footfalls of a young filly as she raced away from her mother yet again. A salt and pepper body with a mane and tail the color fire kissed by the sun raced through the mists of the falls. It was easily one of her favorite places. Dashing through the water, she stopped for a moment, inhaling breath into her young lungs. Dark chocolate eyes looked around and spotted the grey mare. Having never met someone who was not a friend, little Taika raced forward at a breakneck speed toward the desert mare.
Hold fast! She called, stopping in front of the mare, far enough away to avoid surprise responses, but close enough still to be heard over the falls. The words she used were ones she had picked up from various pirate mares of the Peak. Beware of going too much further! The faerie king sent word to the water spirits! Dark shadows are trapping the fair folk! It is up to us to save them! With no other explanation Taika spun on her heels and whisked herself away further up the river where the falls thundered.
When she could help it, Taytim was never truly too far behind her daughter. Today was one of those lucky days she had caught the filly chasing her fantasies and had been able to play along. It was always a pleasure to the young mare, getting caught up in her offspring’s imagination and helping talk her into letting it grow. In the seasons she had been with Taika the young soul had taken her to the ends of the earth and back again. Or at least around the island a couple of times a day. The mare let out a breath as she once again cantered easily after her child into the falls.
She saw Taika speak to the strange mare and go boldly off again up the river. For a moment she stepped in that direction but hesitated, eyeing the mare for a moment. She recognized the heat born body of a desert dwelling horse and was curious at once. Every time she had come across of these breeds she had always learned something interesting about the worlds she had never seen. Never had an encounter failed to spark her curiosity.
One ear flicked back in momentary uncertainty. She had also never had what one would call a ‘normal’ encounter with one of these breeds. Slowly, with her head down and ears forward in interest, she carefully approached the grey.
”Hello.” She greeted, shaking the wet black locks off her dark brown face. ”You’re one of the desert horses, aren’t you?” Her voice was sweet and innocent. She looked at the other mare with a smile and a friendly swish of her tail. In the distance she heard Taika shout her victory over a rock she had found in the shallow waters. The mare glanced over, then back looking sheepish. ”I’m sorry about my daughter.”
~:Mare
~:Morgan Mutt
~:14.2hh
~:Black Chestnut
~:4 Years | |