The game! Frey was enjoying the game more and more, especially as he realized that he was getting better at it. He liked this one– a challenge of just how observant he could be. Speed was probably a factor too, but he knew that Talya had him beat in that category. Still, he could use his height to his advantage, leveraging it for a better vantage point. It was so exciting.
Frey had begun rummaging and seeking out his stick. The issue, of course, was the fact that if a stick was green enough to bend without breaking, it would be hard to harvest. Of course he hadn’t thought that far ahead. The sooty stallion grumbled to himself, testing a large stick on the ground. It was brittle, snapping in his teeth. Another from the ground– that one too, snapping easily. From the copse of pines, he heard Talya squeal. Frey’s head snapped up, concern painting his face. “Are you okay?” He called out over his shoulder. Moments later, he could see her prancing through with her pinecone– and okay she was.
He had to step it up, else he was going to lose. There was a competitive streak in the colt that drove him on. The general’s son turned his attention from the branches on the ground to the young trees where they stood. With careful precision he stretched up, reaching to grab one of the thinner sticks above his head. It bent, not wanting to come off… that was a good sign, right? Softly, Frey grumbled to himself. Reaching and twisting, he coaxed the thin branch loose. It was more of a peeling than a snapping, and he ended up with a large strip of bark hanging from the other side of his mouth. He could see just how green it was inside– excellent. Still, Frey looked ridiculous. Still, Talya was already heading towards the water.
At a brilliant run, he took off toward their meeting stone. He barely took time to slow down, dropping his stick upon the broad, flat surface. Not slowing down was a mistake, of course, and he could feel his feet slipping beneath him. “Ah, shit!” Frey stumbled, but there was a brassy chuckle in his throat. He was having too much fun to really pay much mind to it, other than the absolute silliness that had taken him over.
With leaps and bounds, the colt approached the water. Okay, in truth, approach was the wrong word. Once more, Frey did not slow. With very little grace, but plenty of enthusiasm, he pitched himself into the falls. With great enthusiasm and an even greater splash, the colt was enjoying himself. His gaze turned to the pale girl for a moment, looking up in time to see her with her stone. He was falling behind, but truth be told, he was having a good time in the water.
Okay, okay, he needed to find the perfect rock. Frey pawed at the rocky bed of the Falls, kicking up silt and new rocks. It was a few moments before he saw it– oh! His eyes lit up. Not three but four colors. It really was the perfect rock. Dark grey, light grey, brown, and white, all striped through the stone. It was fairly large, but Frey was determined. With a great yank he made a move to pull it up from the sandy floor. He came up with a mouth full of silt and the fist sized rock– excellent. There was no time to deal with the grit between his teeth, he’d do that later. Like a bat out of hell, he took off towards their meeting spot once more.
Panting lightly by the time he arrived, Frey was a few lengths behind his new friend. Still, he proudly set the rock down. Now that their scavenger hunt was over, there was no harm in flicking his sopping wet tail over her haunches, chuckling brightly. “That was fun!” Frey crowed, head tossing with all of the leftover energy and excitement. Truly an afternoon well spent.
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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