here's a handshake, soldier,
'cause we both lost the war.
Svetlana grins with pleasant surprise as Blackmore swims further into the water and allows the earth to drop out from under him. His observation makes her laugh - she'd always loved the water, for as long as she could remember. He nudges her softly and, although they had been getting along just fine, the contact makes our buckskin girl freeze, if just for a moment. It takes a moment, but she does her best as repairing the situation by smiling at the stallion (unfortunately, this one is more forced than real) and swimming in a circle around him. Perhaps she had been afraid that any sort of physical contact between them would hint towards a permanency that she was not used to, but whatever it was, Svetlana is back to her normal self now, in a matter of seconds. "So it would seem." Her smile drifts to a grin and the buckskin lady snorts in amusement. After another moment or two, she slowly begins to move her body closer to the shore. The sand of the ocean appears beneath her hooves once more, the water receding until it just barely laps at her back.
She turns to face the stallion, bright amber eyes reflecting the interest that she has in him. "I think it brought you a little outta your shell too, sweetheart." Who would have thought that the stammering, stumbling stallion of a mere forty minutes ago would have participated in water antics with the normally snotty miss Svetlana.
With a slight shiver, the buckskin mare suddenly bolts for the shore, splashing immense amounts of water this way and that as her legs heave her through. She makes it to the beach, hooves sinking into the sand. Slowly, she lowers her body to the earth and laughs freely as she rolls onto her back and kicks her legs about.
S V E T L A N A
female ∙ buckskin ∙ the ridge |