for a few moments she finds strength enough to quell the restlessness of her legs and focus on the figure in the water. her dark brown eyes gaze inquisitively at the creature who some might think nearly as odd as she. by the time his question leaves his lips, however, she can no longer think of standing still. she paces the waters edge, her small lithe body clipping a few strides one way and then turning back to pace the other. her black coat shines, not a speck of white to be seen, and as the heat of the day blossoms around them she is thankful for having wintered in the desert. she ponders his question as she walks, tail swishing along, and speaks somewhat to herself and to the stranger at the same time.
the river?…. well no…. water is just so… so…. slow. well. no even if it moves fast…it makes me…. i just can’t move as i’d like in it! on land i am fast, light and quick as a bird. and in the water i couldn’t outrun a fly.
she shivers uncomfortably at even the thought of having to swim between islands again anytime soon and isn’t sure she could be persuaded even by force to do it again this season. it isn’t fear, she’s too young and dumb for that nonsense. still under the notion that she has some sort of invincibility in the world she has little fear for anything. she wonders if he thinks her some sort of coward. before she gives the idea a second thought she acts, (before thinking as usual) and plunges into the stream beside him, prancing and plunging to the other side and back again likely splashing him in the process of demonstrating how uncowardly she is.
see, it’s not like i’m afraid. it’s just.. not my thing. it’s like..being stuck in the mud.
she resumes her perch on the stream side and paces as before, still keeping her attention focused mostly in his direction.
arabian mutt. mare . 13.2 hh . 3 yrs . black . kafkaesque |