05-23-2018, 09:46 AM
The beach was always pretty in the mornings.
The chestnut filly bounded along, occasionally stumbling over stones and sand dunes, young knees already scraped up from her various adventures. Gallia didn’t mind, though. They stung when she first obtained them, but she always had some interesting new thing to do or explore that drew her attention away from the pain. She remembered the first time that she hadn’t cried out, looking with pride as blood welled into the scratches, resisting the urge with the dedication and stubbornness. She’d showed her mother, who smiled, though Gallia was oblivious to the sadness behind the smile. She was very much her mother’s daughter, after all.
Suddenly, the filly was distracted in her early wanderings by a figure in the distance. She stopped dead still to look for a minute, then started towards him without a hint of reservation. “Hey!” she called out as she came closer (mother told her not to sneak up on anyone, especially her). Gallia’s pale green eyes looked over the stranger with interest, thrilled to note that he was younger than most of the herd members, as perhaps that meant he might actually play with her. “Whatcha doin?” Gallia stopped as she spoke, a smidgen out of breath from trekking across the sand.
The chestnut filly bounded along, occasionally stumbling over stones and sand dunes, young knees already scraped up from her various adventures. Gallia didn’t mind, though. They stung when she first obtained them, but she always had some interesting new thing to do or explore that drew her attention away from the pain. She remembered the first time that she hadn’t cried out, looking with pride as blood welled into the scratches, resisting the urge with the dedication and stubbornness. She’d showed her mother, who smiled, though Gallia was oblivious to the sadness behind the smile. She was very much her mother’s daughter, after all.
Suddenly, the filly was distracted in her early wanderings by a figure in the distance. She stopped dead still to look for a minute, then started towards him without a hint of reservation. “Hey!” she called out as she came closer (mother told her not to sneak up on anyone, especially her). Gallia’s pale green eyes looked over the stranger with interest, thrilled to note that he was younger than most of the herd members, as perhaps that meant he might actually play with her. “Whatcha doin?” Gallia stopped as she spoke, a smidgen out of breath from trekking across the sand.