Frey’s mood had lifted significantly, and he had this odd, pale woman to thank for that. A distraction– something he’d needed desperately lately. The tension that had taken residence in his head, in his chest… he’s thankful it’s let up. He’s so incredibly and immensely thankful for it. There was a glimmer in his dark eyes as she looked up at him, heart jumping in his chest. His pulse is elevated, and she starts the count. Carefully, the sooty colt gathered his muscles, collecting beneath himself.
On three, Frey exploded forward with a bright laugh. She took off to the left, and the colt bolted straight forward. He’d make a run for the treeline, right towards the coniferous trees that were sure to have dropped pinecones by now. There had to be some on the ground, right? If not, maybe he could reach up to one of the low hanging branches. As the raw fall breeze kicked up around him, the colt felt strangely alive. It was a different kind of alive than fighting… this was fun.
His gaze flickers to the pale girl, curious of her progress. It was just in time to see the shower of leaves go crashing down around her. Softly, Frey chuckled. Oh– she’d already gotten her bendy twig to the rock. The girl was faster, and he was trying not to be too caught up in how pretty she was. Right. The task at hand. Pinecone! The girl was already coming in his direction, looking for a pinecone of her own.
It was with a last swing of his head that he managed to find his prize, one that was nearly as big as his own hoof. Picking it up was another challenge all together, carefully wrapping his teeth around the moderately spiny shape. There was probably a reason they didn’t eat these, and it tasted weird. Still, Frey was proud of himself as he lifted his head high. “ ‘s HUGE!” His words muffled as he spoke with his mouth full, grin still apparent as he moved past the girl.
Leaving his prize on the rock, Frey set his sights on a cluster of young trees near the water’s edge. He’d be able to find a green stick there, surely.
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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