Falls

Still the thunder of the falls beat in her ches, the roar always drawing her back though she knew this was not her place to be. It was where she needed to be in this moment. Dark eyes watched the rise and fall of the droplets off the falls, lingering on the movements through the surrounding foliage. Air breezed over her body, pulling lightly at her thick dark locks, beckoning her away from the deafening crush. With a gentle exhale, she followed a tug in her chest, tracing the steps of the river.

It widened and slowed as it flowed away from the power of the thunder. Ember dropped her nose to the smooth, reflective surface. Her own dark brick brown face peered curiously back at her. Carefully she touched the surface with her soft lips and watched the subtle ripples play with the image in the mirror. Tilting her head, she watched the play and an ear flicked at a whisper down stream while the ripples faded away. Without thinking too hard, she followed the sounds down the river, her hooves crunching heavily against the smoothed stones. Spurred forward, she picked up her pace to a trot, a glance cast to the side as the river calmed from a much larger disturbance and stones strewn about from a movement that was not a simple step. With a snort she veered into the trees and sped up.

Her own approach was not quiet, she had no intention of sneaking up on the other horse, but it was still easy and calm. She let out a soft call of greeting, coupled with a smile that lit up her eyes as it settled on her dark lips. You seem… troubled. She tossed her head in the direction of the disrupted riverbank. Warm eyes drank deep the sight of the dark Arab mare. And a little… out of place. Some could have listened to her tone and thought she had been questioning, others would claim she spoke with a strange certainty. Her head cocked to the side as she continued to study her and then her eyes widened, as if she had forgotten herself. Oh, my apologies! Forgive me, I’m Ember. The gypsy offered another sincere smile to the dark shadowed mare as she moved besides her, her own movements leisure and calm, fluid as a single flame.