M A G N U S
MAGNUS did not notice the filly on the shore, well, not really. He did see her but he didn’t give her presence much, or any, thought. At the time, she had just been some random filly looking out to sea while he rode the waves inland and by the time her reached the shore, he had no reason to check what she might be doing. If he had looked, he might have noticed her watching him, hell, he might have even noticed when she began to mimic him and could have played along. He did not notice though but that was one of his many faults. Magnus often never paid proper attention.
THE thundering of his hoof beats concealed the presence of his little shadow until they reached the water and her high pitched whinny cut through the sound of his splashing hooves. In an instant his nose wrinkled, his head cocked and his ears leaned in opposing direction. Where the hell did she come from? She definitely hadn’t been there when he entered the water. He frowned as a filly began to splash in circles around him but it quickly turned to a wide grin. ”Good gods! he exclaimed dramatically, ”are you the fabled water horse of the falls?”
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