Meadow

Vihar looked at the golden colt with deep suspicion, her green eyes narrowed. She was panting slightly, both from the scare and from expending so much energy into her retaliatory yell. Her ears flicked back, then one returned to the yearling. After a moment, she huffed, and begrudgingly admitted that he was right: it did feel pretty good to yell.

”It felt alright, so what?” she said, flicking both ears back once again. She gave a shrug, much like the other foal’s nonchalant shoulder-roll. She donned a small, smug smile. ”Only because we’re even now, anyway,” she said, and chuckled.

When she admitted she was lost, Vihar realized her mistake seconds after the words left her mouth. Her eyes narrowed at the yearling once again, and she lifted her twilight nose proudly. ”I can take care of myself,” she said defiantly. ”Do you think you could do a better job? I guess you must be pretty tough if you’re out here by yourself, huh?” She batted her eyelashes at him, but the action was exaggerated, sarcastic, and she couldn’t keep a straight face for very long before laughing at the the thought of someone taking care of her (and blissfully unaware of the sleep her mother lost over just that task). Despite her ignorance of Nadja’s efforts, the thought of Mother did pop up at the reminder of her status as an outsider here. This was a very unfamiliar feeling, to be unwelcome, to be warned by a stranger, and Vihar suddenly missed the comfort of Nadja’s gentle scolding whenever the silvery filly got into something she shouldn’t. Her ears splayed briefly, but she righted herself almost immediately: it would not do to show weakness here, especially in front of this troublesome colt.

”I guess I should head back home,” she mused casually, looking out in the direction she had come. Still, her hunger for adventure was a strong force, and she was torn. And despite their abrasive interactions so far, Vihar recognized a fellow troublemaker in this strange and shiny colt, and she wanted to keep messing with him. One hoof lifted uncertainly, and she began to turn toward the beach, but she hovered for a moment. She hadn’t been gone that long yet... maybe she could spare another few hours, if the annoying yearling decided to try and convince her.

vihar

filly // yearling // EE aa Dd nCh RnT // 14.3hh wfg