Yanhua
It was hard to hear anything over the rapids, as close as Yanhua had come to the edge of the water. A few small steps further and he’d be balancing on a half-submerged boulder himself, getting sprayed by the river. He hadn’t expected an approaching horse from behind, and he certainly hadn’t heard the gray mare creep up, so when his earlier exclamation was answered aloud the sudden noise made him jump.
“Whey!” He jumbled the words What and Hey! The golden chestnut whipped his head around so fast it actually hurt his neck for a moment.
Frowning once he saw that it was only a silver-gray mare, Yanhua snorted and took a closer look at her. She was light bodied and elegant, from the way she stood to the tilt of her head. A smaller mare, though he had the advantage in height very often. In her eyes was a depth of knowledge he’d seen before in Lethia’s warm stare, but unlike his matriarchal friend and leader, this mare had a stance in her shoulders and the way she carried her head… he could only think of the word Regal.
Cautiously, Yanhua relaxed. His expression softened as well, and he turned to face her with a shake of his horns. The little buzzing insects here were worse out in the open, so he stamped his goat hooves and shook out his uselessly short tail. “If I knew I had an audience,” He admitted, half apology and half complaint, “I’d choose better words for company.” Briefly, he bowed his head.
“I’m sorry…?” Yanhua spoke on, lifting his denim blue eyes where he could see the stranger properly again. He jerked his hairy chin and shook an unruly forelock out of his face. He was hoping for her name, but pleasantries and a general rule of thumb to be a courteous Taigan meant he wouldn’t press the subject beyond an open-ended question.
“Whey!” He jumbled the words What and Hey! The golden chestnut whipped his head around so fast it actually hurt his neck for a moment.
Frowning once he saw that it was only a silver-gray mare, Yanhua snorted and took a closer look at her. She was light bodied and elegant, from the way she stood to the tilt of her head. A smaller mare, though he had the advantage in height very often. In her eyes was a depth of knowledge he’d seen before in Lethia’s warm stare, but unlike his matriarchal friend and leader, this mare had a stance in her shoulders and the way she carried her head… he could only think of the word Regal.
Cautiously, Yanhua relaxed. His expression softened as well, and he turned to face her with a shake of his horns. The little buzzing insects here were worse out in the open, so he stamped his goat hooves and shook out his uselessly short tail. “If I knew I had an audience,” He admitted, half apology and half complaint, “I’d choose better words for company.” Briefly, he bowed his head.
“I’m sorry…?” Yanhua spoke on, lifting his denim blue eyes where he could see the stranger properly again. He jerked his hairy chin and shook an unruly forelock out of his face. He was hoping for her name, but pleasantries and a general rule of thumb to be a courteous Taigan meant he wouldn’t press the subject beyond an open-ended question.
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