Falls

He laughs. It is the first time in some time as of late that the sudden giddy laughter bubbles uncontrollable from his lungs. Ears rest easily atop his skull growing more and more at ease with Rayna with each passing second. He could hear father's voice now, reminding him never to relax his guard, he can hear mother Celestria sneering. He can hear the displeasure in her voice saying that this was nothing more than a young colt's fantasy but in this moment he did not care. He gives his thick head a shake, shoving the voices to the back crevices of his mind. They would not ruin this.

She calls him her prince and his chest puffs up with pride. Of course he had never cared to be a prince, but there was something in the way she called him hers.... that sent his young heart fluttering. She dips her skull to him, shifting her weight backwards to let him pass. The sudden idea of adventure looms before him and he cannot help the excitement that buzzes through his veins. "Stick close." he advised with a wolfish grin.

Slowly, step by step, he moves through the shallow waters, wading through the deep pool. Ears turn backwards as the rush of icy waters from the falls pound upon his head, neck and back. Droplets cling to lashes as he lets out a snorting breath, exhaling the breath he had not realized he held. Rayna speaks now, her voice heavy with awe as her gaze roams over the scene that lay before them. Drawing his own gaze from her, Beowulf too turns his gaze to the damp cavern that hung overhead. "Whoa..." he murmurs blinking away the water dripping from his skin. Around them the dark cavern seemed alive. Droplets of water from the falls sprayed overhanging plants and dropped in steady rhythmic patterns upon the disturbed water's surface. Overhead the glistening dark rocks gleamed, a pale rainbow shimmering with the sunlight that trickled beyond the falling waters. He takes another step forward, his hooves stumbling over hidden rocks beneath the surface. "Look over there." he says excitedly stepping away from her to climb from the pool and onto a rocking outcropping. He dips his muzzle now, nostrils flaring to inhale the faint scents that cling to the dry sands. "It's a secret fort!" he murmurs, excitement hovering upon his words.