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Taytim
Taytim trotted through the snow, her pace quick but her features absentminded.Her mind was racing, always racing, with the things she was learning about the world around her. She was young, she was innocent, she was determined to continue to learn about the life around her. There had been many horses she had run into so far in this place, many of whom shared fascinating stories with her, outlandish ideas, and even agreed to walk the same path as her in an adventure. It was the adventure that had the usually upbeat mare roaming around with her mind distracted. She had accidentally trapped her new friend in the land of Vulcans, and a sneak-mare had claimed him as ‘pet’.
Guilt clamped down on the mare’s mind and she sighed to herself, coming to a slow stop next to the falls. She walked through the snow, thinking about her encounters in The Peak. It had been surprising to her to find someone who was as tricky and dishonest as the mare she had met and once again she felt concerned for her friend. Her young mind was determined to think of a way to free him from the entrapment she had led him into. Partially so they could continue their adventure, but mostly so he could be free to set about his task and to keep the promise he had once told her about.
She walked around the frozen waterfall, looking at it in hopes its odd stillness would inspire her to think of something. Maybe the gods and creatures the other horses had spoken of would hear her thoughts and deem it worth their time to give her ideas. Her ears flicked and she smiled at her own train of thought. She enjoyed the ideas these others had given her, but they were not her ways. Unfortunately, her power had to come from herself. Equally unfortunately, as a young and small mare, she was next to helpless in the situation she had found herself. She thought about it, her friend trapped. It seemed to her now that the price for freedom, was freedom.
~:Mare
~:Morgan Mutt
~:15.3hh
~:Black Chestnut
~:3 Years | |