Life is nothing but a Game Posted on September 19, 2013 at 01:32:39 AM by Fundamental
Thankfully the mare had followed and Fundamental did not have to turn back and force her against her will. It would have proved bothersome for them both and really the stallion didn’t want to put forth that much effort. Just leading her along was much easier and also he didn’t have to stand out in the cold wind either despite his thick coat and tolerance for the chill of this island.
“My name is Fundamental” he replied, his eyes rolling back to look at her a moment before focusing on the trail again once more as they trotted along. The snow pulled heavily at his legs and he knew after her swim it must be difficult but it was the fastest way to warm up. “And indeed this is my land. One slice out of four upon this Island” The stallion did not offer any questions in return, his mind working on where to take her for shelter. Deciding they didn’t have time to make it to the rocky outcrop he usually stayed at, the stallion veered to the right to follow another trail among the towering pines.
The bump of the mare’s muzzle made his step suddenly falter, his face swinging back towards her though his ears were pushed forward. She had been the first to touch him, even if it was brief contact in such a very long time. Her name quickly filled his mind and he gave a nod. “Lani” he replied, testing it upon his tongue. Simple enough, the stallion wondered if it suited her. “We will be to a shelter soon” he reassured her before lengthening his gate to the trot he had once more.
There ahead of them stood a towering rock. It was broke apart from the many others off in the distance as if it had rolled off the top and somehow stopped here. Many trees grew around it, even some on top while thick brush piled in a dead looking fashion. Slowly as he approached, Fundamental went first to break away any thorns that might have stretched out to snag at one’s skin before turning back to the mare. “The brush and trees will block the wind” he said, giving a faint nod. The stallion did not leave the shelter though, standing there and waiting. The warmth from his body would be shared with hers to keep her warm. The cough that had escaped her had him concerned, wondering if it was already too late to prevent sickness.
