the handsome black mare’s heart thuds quickly with a pleasureful excitement. though she had passed this area by on her conquest to scale the looming mountain at it’s head, feuerherza had not paid it any real attention. her natural curiosity had been harnessed completely by the jagged layers of rock and earth that cut through the northern horizon. herza matches her friend’s stride with an easy grace, falling into step at the white splashed mare’s shoulder. her friesian countenance, typically elegant and regal, is almost comical paired with the mare’s playful and exuberant nature. she is a woman-child, free to dance and play and explode into fits of motion. though feuerherza had noticed the swelling of adelheid’s abdomen, the tall black mare did not see any reason to draw attention to her knowledge. she hadn’t noticed any attachment of her painted friend to any male at their mountain residence and so, while she wondered what the circumstances were, the socially nimble mare decided that it would be best to let adelheid fill her in on her own terms… from what she knew of her dear friend so far, it was usually best to let adelheid do anything “on her own terms.” while the white splashed mare of similar blood-heritage had come off as prickly and offended at first, herza had quickly learned that the mare was simply tense and only mildly standoffish… but when allowed time and no quick judgement, her friend was passionate and full of caring and kindness. as they traverse the path toward the sound of water crashing down feuerherza can feel the exhilaration that seems to crystallize in the air surrounding them. her veins thrum with energy, some of which she unleashes in a playful snort and jigging trot beside adelheid. she cannot voice her pleasure in the view of the majestic waterfall before them when it comes fully into picture, but she feels it, the mythical beauty of it all. when most would be stilled by the sight, herza cannot contain her joy. the tall friesian mare leaps upward, pawing playfully toward the rushing water and shaking her elegant head. when her large black hooves return to the soft earth herza reaches out her muzzle to the mare beside her, not touching adelheid but acknowledging her, smiling warmly. it likely would have taken her sometime to discover this place on her own, but she was grateful her friend had brought her here sooner.
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