10-26-2019, 11:50 AM
The day had started ordinarily. A little grazing here, and a little dozing in the sparse rays of sunlight there. Which was all good and wonderful...for the first four years of your life maybe and possibly the first few hours of your day thereafter. But there was only so much eating and napping that a young lady could do before the mind would start to go absolutely bonkers. Even given the blessing of her dream weaving, it was no substitute for the absolute world. Or so she had come to believe thus far.
At least she had good enough sense to know when the impending crazy threatened to settle in.
Like today.
After the normalcy of the morning had faded and after the fifth yawn in a row, she’d had enough of the stagnancy. The nagging itch in her heels told her run, run, run! But her still dream-fogged brain was slow to come round, and all that came about was a half hearted shuffle forward and another lazy, over exaggerated yawn. So it might take her a little while to warm up, big deal. She’d get there.
A scuttle and whooshing sound seemingly on top of her causes her head to toss and body to stiffen. The glimpse of a fluffy white tail vanishing beneath a dying shrub makes her relax and a small, devilish grin blooms with the promise of a rising challenge. The poor creature, unknowing of the game it has just become a part of, flees from the sound of hooves meeting the ground behind it.
Weaving and winding, the painted woman evaded trunks and boulders and startled equine alike. The shouts and hollers of delight certainly did not help in their confusion as she raced past them.
Her venture brought her along the side of someone she’d met before and turning her smile a tad more wicked, bumped her muzzle into their shoulder as she zoomed by. ”You’re it!” she wheezed between bouts of laughter. Turning a reptilian pupil back towards them for the briefest of seconds, she disappeared into the foliage for a few more paces, only stopping with heaving sides and a listening ear in a clearing just up ahead.
@[Santana]
At least she had good enough sense to know when the impending crazy threatened to settle in.
Like today.
After the normalcy of the morning had faded and after the fifth yawn in a row, she’d had enough of the stagnancy. The nagging itch in her heels told her run, run, run! But her still dream-fogged brain was slow to come round, and all that came about was a half hearted shuffle forward and another lazy, over exaggerated yawn. So it might take her a little while to warm up, big deal. She’d get there.
A scuttle and whooshing sound seemingly on top of her causes her head to toss and body to stiffen. The glimpse of a fluffy white tail vanishing beneath a dying shrub makes her relax and a small, devilish grin blooms with the promise of a rising challenge. The poor creature, unknowing of the game it has just become a part of, flees from the sound of hooves meeting the ground behind it.
Weaving and winding, the painted woman evaded trunks and boulders and startled equine alike. The shouts and hollers of delight certainly did not help in their confusion as she raced past them.
Her venture brought her along the side of someone she’d met before and turning her smile a tad more wicked, bumped her muzzle into their shoulder as she zoomed by. ”You’re it!” she wheezed between bouts of laughter. Turning a reptilian pupil back towards them for the briefest of seconds, she disappeared into the foliage for a few more paces, only stopping with heaving sides and a listening ear in a clearing just up ahead.
@[Santana]
