{Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter

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"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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{Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter

Tangerine
Head in the Clouds.

Nomad

07-10-2017, 06:44 PM

tangerine

face to the sun

Tangerine is not disappointed with Rubble’s response. The filly is quick approve and emphasizes her agreement with a little jump of excitement.

As Rubble returns her four feet to the earth, Tang is already spinning on her haunches and launching into a gallop. “Well Rubble… Catch me if you can!” Tang yells over her shoulder with a good-natured smile. Tang did have a competitive streak hiding below her other traits, even if it didn’t come out too often.

After her quip, she lowers her head into the wind, squinting against the snow which is now coming quickly at her face. Her legs extend and she savors the feeling of her heart beating hard against her ribs and the hot blood reaching into her chilled legs.

The rocky hill where she had seen the waterfall appears on the horizon line and the overo mare again glances over her shoulder to see how Rubble is keeping up.

@[Rubble]

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