Ailill stood patiently in the rain, water rolling off his hide and traveling all the way down into the mud. It was obvious he did not care about the rain that fell on him, he was starting to get used to it at this point. It also also obvious that the arabian was not. Her irritation was obvious in the movements she made and the tones with which she spoke. Patient with those in his home, and remembering a well placed kick to his face, Ailill waited for her to come to her own conclusions instead of pressuring her.
She finally gave in and he smiled warmly at her. “Right this way!” With a cheerful flick of his tail he trotted back up the path. Relishing in the heavy warm rain he pranced through the streams that fell from the broad leaved canopy. Smiling to himself, he decided to purposefully knock the pooling water from the surrounding foliage. Though they were both drenched, he figured he could at least try to create a marginally drier path for his pretentious guest. It was not too long before the came to the faces of the cliffs. No equine could climb them and they blocked much of the wind and rain. Along their sides large cracks splintered up to their rocky peaks. Ailill led the way with confidence and halted beside an opening that twisted sharply after the entrance into a spacious cave. It was secluded. Most importantly, it was dry and out of the wind.
Bowing his head low, the colt stepped aside to let the mare enter first. “Lady.” He offered with respect before shaking himself off and trotting into the cavern. Peering out for a moment he looked at the dark clouds above them. “This will probably last for a while. You are welcome to stay as long as you wish. I am Ailill, by the way.” The golden colt scratched his head against a ledge, enjoying to feeling of releasing his rain plastered hair from itself to let ai flow through it. After running his neck against the same ledge he stood peacefully beside the entrance, listening to the fall of the rain.
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