Posted on June 29, 2012 at 06:02:38 PM by Vesti
Vesti
Ill news is an ill guest
Vesti was beginning to question whether this was all just a dream. Of course, if it were not such a thing, perhaps she was dead. In which case she would never have to wake up again! That was a thought Vesti rather enjoyed.
Do the dead dream? She found herself wondering as she trotted through the lazy hills. The thunder, the constant overcast sky, that didn’t bug the quarter-horse mix. Not in the slightest. If anything, it was a rather comforting thing. Because she was so used to the noise and rumblings of the damned Sea. Also, there were caves to take shelter in when the weather turn particularly nasty.
She stopped on a hilltop that presented an open view of the shifting Sea below. The winds were gentle and so the mass of her mane and tail stayed in their place. Her tail batting at the insects that bit at her hide. She threw her head up in and added a half rear for good measure before proceeding to sprint down the hill onto a flatter stretch of land. Loose dirt flew behind her as she rivaled in the speed. Ahh, to run like this!
Although, if this were in fact, some afterlife, she rather wished that the Powers That Be would make it so that she could run forever. She could never muster quite the speed of her quarterhorse father, but she could hold a fast pace for longer than he had. Or she supposed. Now that she thought about it, she could barely remember her sire - or dam. The two were fuzzy memories just on the verge of her consciousness. Something that she could reach for but never quite grasp no matter how hard she tried. Too many years along, too many years at Sea.
The sorrel was enjoying the quick break when she heard another whinny. Oh right, there were Others around. Well, if the Powers that Be thought to put Others here - whether dreams, demons (as she thought that crazy chestnut might be) or other Lost Souls - who was she to doubt it. So she turned, rapidly, her hindquarters nearly touching the ground and long trenches left in her wake, before turning and sprinting in the next direction. She caught sight of the spotted mare that seemed to take shelter in Nik’s shadow. But she couldn’t see Nik himself.
“Hiya,” She greeted although she blitzed by and the words were probably lost. Note to self, slow down with socializing…. She enters a wide turn and slows down, returning to face the other mare. “Hiya!” She repeats. “You the lead mare?” Not at all a strange leap - considering how close she seemed to be with Nik at the beach earlier.
Replies:
- your eyes they were like tiny rivers - By larka July 1, 2012 at 10:18:55 PM
- Consider me a Herold - By Vesti July 2, 2012 at 01:26:14 AM
- your eyes they were like tiny rivers - By larka July 3, 2012 at 08:26:59 PM
- Consider me a Herold - By Vesti July 4, 2012 at 01:32:07 AM
- your eyes they were like tiny rivers - By larka July 3, 2012 at 08:26:59 PM
- Consider me a Herold - By Vesti July 2, 2012 at 01:26:14 AM
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