The sun beats down on her, unbearably hot on this already over-warm day. The red filly pays it little mind though. She is completely engrossed in her current task. So much so that, for the moment, the weather does not bother her. Her light eyes are fixed upon the teaming surface at her feet, the log she had just overturned revealing a hidden underworld. Insects, beetles, and worms swarm the dank, musty soil, trying to escape her intense gaze. Lowering her small muzzle, she sniffs at the earth, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she quickly jerks her delicate head back up.
Before long, she loses interest in the overturned log, primarily because the bugs had all but disappeared. Turning around, she glances around, wondering what more mischief there is to be made. For the first time, her mother had left her alone. Her protective, occasionally overbearing mother had left her alone in order to go recruit. And the red and white filly intends to take full advantage. There is so much in this world to see. And she intends to see it. Moving off at a swift, floating canter, she reaches the edge of the river in short order. Without hesitation, she splashes in, sighing in relief as the water cools her skin. Dropping to her knees, she submerses her entire body in the rushing water, splashing happily as she does. When she finally pauses for a moment, she notices that she is not alone.
Recognizing the colt standing at the edge of the water, she grins broadly before leaping to her feet. Realizing that in her eagerness she had risen several feet above the water, she sets herself back down with a splash before she dashes towards the black and gold colt. As she halts, she unintentionally sprays him with water. Grinning brightly, she tosses her head before latching her gold gaze onto the dark colt.
Watcha doing?
She pauses for a moment, cocking her head slightly as she gazes at him with curiosity and excitement in her eyes.
You wanna go exploring with me?
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"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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any, this is the light that shines - by Ramiel - 04-10-2015, 11:10 PM
There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. - by Joscelin - 04-11-2015, 10:16 PM
RE: any, this is the light that shines - by Ramiel - 04-13-2015, 01:02 PM
There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. - by Joscelin - 04-14-2015, 01:20 PM
RE: any, this is the light that shines - by Ramiel - 04-15-2015, 01:03 PM
There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. - by Joscelin - 04-16-2015, 10:03 PM
RE: any, this is the light that shines - by Ramiel - 04-20-2015, 11:41 AM
There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. - by Joscelin - 04-27-2015, 09:41 PM
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