Sticks and Stones Posted on December 12, 2025 at 01:54:52 PM by Tino
Tino was still being battered by the storm, exposed as he was on the beach, sand and wind stinging his eyes. He swallowed, looking around but only seeing sand… sand and water. He didn’t have a clue where he was, he knew it wasn’t tinuvel, for one thing too much sand.. plus it wasn’t cold enough to be his home.
It was only the voice he heard that indicated her approach. With him still on the floor he had to tilt his head up to see her, her greeting was blunt but he didn’t mind that yer, I think I’ll livehe snorted before trying to get to his hooves. Lords he felt weak, his body ached from the battering the sea had given him, his voice raspy from the salt water, but he wasn’t a quitter.
Hauling his ass up off the sand took more work that it should have done but he managed it with only a small stumble. He didn’t shake his coat off, worried it would make him lose his balance, he didn’t fancy kissing the sand again.
Turning his head he looked to the one who had spoken, a pretty red hued mare of similar height to himself. Err.. I’m sorry I have no idea where I am he asked, wincing when sea water carried by the strong winds hit cuts he didn’t know he had.
Is there somewhere we could shelter from this storm until its over? He asked, hoping she might take pity on this trespasser and allow him to shelter with her until the storm was over.