Attention, full and undivided. Honestly, Frey was grateful that she was here with all of her light and energy and wild ideas to drive the darkness from his head. He’d hold onto it for as long as it lasted. He had to. All or nothing, was really the way that his attention went. If his thoughts were allowed to scatter off in all directions, it would be like herding cats to get them all back.
With that rapt attention, he nodded. This was not like playing with the other colts in the Lagoon. No, their brand of playing was different, and mostly play fighting. Hell, as they’d gotten bigger, playing had turned into full on sparring. This was not the type of game that would leave him bruised and bloody, and something about that was wildly refreshing. “Right, good and clean.” He nodded once, with conviction. This game was new, but it was something he was more than capable of.
He matched the strange, painted girl’s giggle with a chuckle of his own. Carefully, he put one of his hooves beside hers-- she was a finely built thing, dainty. Frey was self conscious for a moment in the way that he dwarfed her. Taller, heavier… it strikes him now that it’s a good thing they aren’t play fighting. Even in his spar against Rade, with his slighter build (not even accounting for his advanced age), he’d felt bad about the advantage that his size gave.
But Frey’s thoughts were still much lighter, and he’s happy to listen to the girl as she deals her praises. He couldn’t help but let a boyish smile play upon his face, one that reached clear to his eyes. “You have good games!” Frey’s proclamation may have been a bit awkward, but he was too excited to notice. This was a nice change of pace from the usual. A rock from the river, and with this, Frey nearly bounced on his hooves. He liked the river, and was more than happy to jump right in. It would be too cold soon, and they could enjoy the last of the swimming season at the same time.
As she stood next to him, Frey’s head tossed in excitement. “I’m ready when you are!” The smile hadn’t dropped from his face. She reached out to his mane, and his chuckle was warm. In retaliation, the young man reached out with his muzzle to blow playfully cross her forelock, splaying it wildly in all directions. “You want to count us off?” It was her game, after all, only right she do the honors of giving the go!
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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