[K yohn] & [AH grae us]
Freedom to be joyous was a treat given to few and her ability to be this way is testament to his ability to keep much of the world away from those he protected. Even the venture to the Savanna hadn’t been as treacherous to her heart as it had been for her father. It was merely a great big family vacation. She had not been aware of his wounds, kept away from it by her explorations. She knew that a shaman woman had come to be healing him - but she had figured it a gopher hole or prairie dog warren sort of trouble.
"Have they? That sounds rather pretty" he says with intrigue, her ears perking immediately. "I think I might like to see them." She hops, glee clear in the flail of her hind hooves. She doesn’t know why he hesitates, but he checks his legs and she confirms in herself the story she told herself about the prairie dog warrens. The only problem came from his sudden voice piercing her self affirmation. "Wanna race me to them?" And without a second’s notice, he is off past her, leaving her with a shrill squeaking whinny of surprise and sitting back onto her haunches for a levade that could turn any iberian horse of the islands to envy before she pivoted to chase after him.
She erupts from that poise into motion. Her long legs stretch, her neck thrown forward as if to meet the resistance of a harness, only freed to push all that momentum down and behind her instead. His raucous laughter brightens her determined face, softening the edges of ambition into playful lines of eruptive joy. She catches up with him, but finds she still must push hard to keep his pace, sliding into stride beside him as they eat up the earth of the prairie.
They are wild, free, moments to share and she feels her heart near to bursting for the wholesome expansion. They wove, her movement sometimes caught up and leading to them weaving as she dodged to this side or that to avoid obstacles and make it back beside her father. It is only as they near their destination that she pulls up, shortens her strides, pauses herself atop the hill that would best show them the splendor of the maples all in one poignant picture as they crest the rise. The full panoramic view of the grove was what she most wished him to see - as if nature had lit fire across the borders of Thicket and Prairie.
THE STUD MUTTS OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ sooty dunskin roan tobiano - 15.3 hh ◅▻ sooty bay dun tobiano overo splash - 15.1 hh ◅