Sunflowers and sunshine; Posted on November 9, 2020 at 08:45:15 PM by Ayiana
Ayiana felt a sense of relief of sorts, as though without knowing it, Ryder provided some sort of blanket of protection around her from the thoughts and concerns that had plagued her mind as of late. Where others were regaining the weight that had been lost during the hard winter months, Sanibel was growing thinner and more frail as the days passed. Mother spent most of her time caught between caring for the twins and looking after the ailing golden mare and her sick children which gave Ayiana more of a break, but that break had not relieved her of her concerned thoughts.
Ryder's comment causes her cheeks to burn with blush that hide just below the surface of her skin. Her years in the Prairie at her father’s heels left her with little experience with stallions or colts. Though Shamwari often showered her with compliments and praise, it made her heart quicken a beat to think that Ryder might compliment her as well. For once she is left unable to find a suitable response and instead merely beams up at him with bright eyes.
It isn't until he remarked that he was big boned that once more the laughter finds its way to her lips. ”I did not think there were such wide bones around the middle.” she teases playfully, bumping his painted belly with her ash dusted maw, savoring the masculine scent that burned so strongly of the Prairie and his own musk. ”I think you put some of the pregnant mares to shame.” she adds with a shake of her head. His next words however bring a new light to her eyes, amusement still lingers but now her body grows rigid with excitement and anticipation. A challenge? Yes. Yes there was a challenge in his ears. Ears tilt forward as he promised that he was much faster than he looked. ”Is that so?” she taunts, prancing on lithe limbs alongside his broad body. A single brow raises as she inclines her head away from his, ”I bet you can’t beat me to that tree on the far side of the meadow over there… see it?” she asks pointing her muzzle towards the tall spread oak that towered over the smaller pines around it. ”First one to touch the trunk wins. Ready. Set. GO!” she shouts laughing uncontrollably as she launched herself away from him.