10-15-2017, 12:20 AM
Save for when the two young horses stopped to rest for the night, or to find a source of water to quench their dry throats, a lot of their travel to Hyaline was spent in pleasant conversation, detailing various topics from their adventures as foals to their own travels after they'd both departed Sylva to go see more of the world. At one point, Zhenga told Ivar of an incident she had after a series of rainy days, where she so foolishly tried to gallop and jump over a large pit rather than go around it. She'd spent a good half hour trying to get her body out from the knee-deep mud, and the trial it had been to wash her legs clean.
All she had done was blush when the paint stallion laughed at her expense, but she did not get mad at him for it. She told the story after all, and looking back on it, the whole incident made her laugh too.
It only took a few hours, even though Loess and Hyaline were right next door to each other. However, given that the two young horses were climbing uphill and the altitude was changing, their lungs needed a chance to adapt, according to Zhenga's memory of one of her dam's lessons. So she suggested to Ivar that they stop every so often, or backtrack if they had to, so their lungs could get used to the thinner air the closer they go to Hyaline's border.
By the time they reached their destination, Ivar still seemed to be having a little trouble, but not as much as the two young horses might be experiencing had they not taken the extra time. Even so, Zhenga worried for her friend; she was just as new to this altitude stuff as him, but her dam's training had come in handy when it came to adapting.
At one point, Ivar turned back to face the roan filly, and for a moment she was struck by how handsome he looked in the sun's midmorning rays. He informed her that they were almost at the point of the hill that marked part of the border, and that the end result would be well worth the effort. Zhenga nodded excitedly and continued following after her friend, keeping pace with him but a little behind so that, if they came across a narrow portion of the trail, they could continue walking without fear of tripping on each other.
Finally, they reached the border, emphasized by Ivar's statement. The roan filly stopped beside her friend, looking out over the expanse of territory that stretched into the distance. Ivar lifted his head and let out a call, the message of which was quite clear. Zhenga waited patiently with her friend, and it was not long before a resident of the kingdom came to greet them.
A young smoky black mare, looking a little older than Ivar but close to Zhenga's age, approached the two young horses, welcoming them to Hyaline before introducing herself by the name of Ciri. Zhenga dipped her head to say hello as the mare asked if they'd come in search of Amet. The roan figured that Amet was one of the two leaders she heard presided over this place.
She glanced to Ivar, wondering what he'd have to say. "Do we need Amex's permission? Or is this Ciri the other leader?" she whispered quietly enough to keep the conversation between herself and her friend.
All she had done was blush when the paint stallion laughed at her expense, but she did not get mad at him for it. She told the story after all, and looking back on it, the whole incident made her laugh too.
It only took a few hours, even though Loess and Hyaline were right next door to each other. However, given that the two young horses were climbing uphill and the altitude was changing, their lungs needed a chance to adapt, according to Zhenga's memory of one of her dam's lessons. So she suggested to Ivar that they stop every so often, or backtrack if they had to, so their lungs could get used to the thinner air the closer they go to Hyaline's border.
By the time they reached their destination, Ivar still seemed to be having a little trouble, but not as much as the two young horses might be experiencing had they not taken the extra time. Even so, Zhenga worried for her friend; she was just as new to this altitude stuff as him, but her dam's training had come in handy when it came to adapting.
At one point, Ivar turned back to face the roan filly, and for a moment she was struck by how handsome he looked in the sun's midmorning rays. He informed her that they were almost at the point of the hill that marked part of the border, and that the end result would be well worth the effort. Zhenga nodded excitedly and continued following after her friend, keeping pace with him but a little behind so that, if they came across a narrow portion of the trail, they could continue walking without fear of tripping on each other.
Finally, they reached the border, emphasized by Ivar's statement. The roan filly stopped beside her friend, looking out over the expanse of territory that stretched into the distance. Ivar lifted his head and let out a call, the message of which was quite clear. Zhenga waited patiently with her friend, and it was not long before a resident of the kingdom came to greet them.
A young smoky black mare, looking a little older than Ivar but close to Zhenga's age, approached the two young horses, welcoming them to Hyaline before introducing herself by the name of Ciri. Zhenga dipped her head to say hello as the mare asked if they'd come in search of Amet. The roan figured that Amet was one of the two leaders she heard presided over this place.
She glanced to Ivar, wondering what he'd have to say. "Do we need Amex's permission? Or is this Ciri the other leader?" she whispered quietly enough to keep the conversation between herself and her friend.