A Mystic's Myth or Fable... Posted on December 20, 2015 at 08:08:16 PM by Ailill
Though he watched the filly through his bright blue eyes, he did miss the tension in her body. He was used to a life of laughter and play. Anything different seemed like a foreign concept to the colt. Particularly in a place that naturally shined with vibrancy and the music of the wild. Perhaps it was the light of the sun, or the excitement of meeting another that blinded him from the danger he was in. He touched the filly and as he jumped away her hoof cracked him in his pretty golden face.
The colt blinked in surprise and stumbled to the side. “Ow…” For a moment he stood, confused. It did not hurt, luckily he had been jumping away, and their youth lacked force. But it would leave a nasty bruise and swelling. He snorted, as if that would ease the growing throb that started in the middle of his nose. Ears twisting in confusion and concern, he huffed to himself. No one he had met on Paradise had a sense of humor!
“You may not be naïve.” He drawled, his natural flirtation dropping due to his frustration. “But you seem to be misguided and blind.” Baby blues watched her start to leave. He felt an odd tug at his insides and raced around her, careful to stay away from her hind legs. Resolutely he placed himself right in front of her, a grin on his face. “Dance with me?” At first it was a request, but the grin turned reckless and daring. “Dance with me.” He said again, only this time it was a playful challenge.