the dragon's drink; Posted on July 24, 2024 at 07:53:55 PM by bloodwine
Bloodwine
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Travel had not been too hard, his running walk unique to his teacher but seemingly useful enough to impress, but it was an unrealistic amount of distance they covered crossing Tinuvel, then the strait, then the Central Island, then the strait again, then to the Ridge herself. He shakes himself but has almost no time to huff out a question before Rosto is on the move once more.
There was no doubt in Bloodwine’s mind, this horse was a positive figment of his imagination. He was unnatural and there was no way that he had known what he was in for when he’d agreed so heartily that he’d go for his father. He had only heard that colts would be welcome to train and find their footing in the world and jumped at the chance. Now it was this…
He almost runs into Rosto’s haunches before he realized that his teacher had not only stopped but a whistle still echoed into the jungle. He heaves his sides a few times to slow his breath, to control his heart, but it is only after the compliment that he drops his head to truly rest. In the cool lapping of the waves. "Can’t we go all the way to shore," he asks, but before Rosto can answer that question, the one to whom Rosto had called was through the fronds and onto the beach.
OF THE INLET AND LAGOON
▻ stallion - walker mutt - blood bay with star - 16.1 hh ◅
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