Evren feels a wave of relief when Creed replies in the negative, and gratefully she follows the slim black mare back to shore. As the water recedes from their sodden bodies, the fierce wind buffets at them and stings like needles against Evren’s wet fur, intensifying the cold even more. “Brr!” Evren exclaims and gives herself a good shake, though it does little to help the shivers wracking her painted body now.
She turns to Creed with a smile, which falters a little when Creed apologizes. “Don’t be sorry,” Evren reassures her with a small shake of her head, her copper eyes warm with earnestness. “You’re learning. And you have a good heart, Creed, for wanting to help out. In fact, that’s probably something I should talk to you about. But let’s get out of this wind first, shall we?”
Evren leads Creed off the open beach and into the shelter of the forest. Though most of the trees are naked this time of year, they still dull the worst of the wind’s bite. Evren stops beside a large evergreen, which is swaying gently in the wind, and gives herself another brief shake before turning to Creed with a curious expression. “I’ve been meaning to ask - I’m sure you’ve seen the other horses that have arrived in the forest recently. Have you gotten to know any of them?”
10; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh |
