Snow is more sparse near the Falls. Where the Meadow generously shows its full self to the sky and welcomes whatever may fall, the territory around the waterfalls is more closed, more prone to privacy under its clusters of boughs and rocky cliffs. Kendry picks his way through a tight grove as he heads toward the base of the falls themselves, longing to hear the rush of water pouring over the edge before it sleeps for the season. The water does not always ice over, but each time it does the silence is always startling.
He has many memories in this land, some more pleasant than others. He recalls the vivid twins Havelle and Nattergal, and casts his eyes briefly in the direction of the Lagoon. Should I...? But he cannot risk it. Not now. Kendry shakes out his mane and steps into a trot to warm his blood and escape the dark mood that nips at his heels, and comes upon another horse just in time to see the young stallion strike the water.
Kendry jogs to a halt on the banks of the pool and regards the other male curiously. He’s a brilliant color, black from nose to hoof except for the shocking white of his mane and tail. He can’t make out the words muttered under the hissing falls but he does see the young stallion’s mouth move, and is witness to his second assault of his reflection. Amusement brightens Kendry’s already vivid gaze as he asks, “Are you winning?” |