Falls

-:like thoughts inside a dream:-

There was once a time I would have never missed the Commons in autumn. Yes, the colours of the dying leaves were splendid, but it was the stupid mares that wandered into the lawless land that I was busy appreciating. Even if they didn’t particularly want my love, I gave motherhood to countless dames and left a small army of foals without a father. I hardly remember any of them now and don’t particularly feel regret for my actions, but I have made a conscious effort to steer clear of my old hunting grounds this season and not risk tempting fate. Heaven forbid I should tarnish my search for a family by raping another hag…

I trot casually toward the rushing water of the Falls, eager to see how little the landscape has changed in my absence. It does seem a tad smaller, a few more trees here and there, but as I come to a pause at the water’s edge a slightly relieved smile creeps across my smoke coloured maw. It’s just as I remember and I feel right at home.I quickly put my lips to the cool, clear water, having thirsted for it on numerous occasions while travelling on the mainland. It is wonderfully refreshing but I do not linger, stepping away from the water in steady trot and soon arriving in a very familiar meadow, one drenched in uninterrupted afternoon sun, warm and perfect for a rest.

Friesian Mutt -|- sixteen two hands -|- eighteen years