04-09-2017, 07:56 PM
A few meters of the shore he is bobbing above the waves, his dark head barely indistinguishable from that of a young seal. Of course, the seals have moved farther south for the season to rear their young and he floats alone, but the green water is warm and light as it carries him along. The tobiano colt would have been content to float for hours had he not spotted something - someone - on the beach.
At first he thinks it is his mother, com back before dusk like she'd promised, but as he swims through the calm sea he realizes that it is someone else. A stranger, but one his own age, and he splashes through the shallows toward the other colt with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey there!" he says to Castile, but doesn't introduce himself as his attention is caught by movement farther down the beach. It's a bay filly, and Ivar glances back at the colt and then at the filly. "Let's go say hi," He suggests, already heading down the beach toward Bristol. As he is walking, he hears a voice calling from overhead. There us nothing in the sky, but he spots a bright blue figure at the top of the cliff.
They are barely more than acquantainces, but like any child, Ivar thinks that familiarity is friendship, and he calls out "Hi Longclaw! There's a path down over there, by the myrtle sapling." He gestures with his nose toward the young tree, hopeful that the blue colt will find his way down. While he does, Ivar looks from one foal to the other, remarking at his good fortune in finding not one but three potential companions.
"I'm Ivar." He tells them, "What are your names?"
At first he thinks it is his mother, com back before dusk like she'd promised, but as he swims through the calm sea he realizes that it is someone else. A stranger, but one his own age, and he splashes through the shallows toward the other colt with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey there!" he says to Castile, but doesn't introduce himself as his attention is caught by movement farther down the beach. It's a bay filly, and Ivar glances back at the colt and then at the filly. "Let's go say hi," He suggests, already heading down the beach toward Bristol. As he is walking, he hears a voice calling from overhead. There us nothing in the sky, but he spots a bright blue figure at the top of the cliff.
They are barely more than acquantainces, but like any child, Ivar thinks that familiarity is friendship, and he calls out "Hi Longclaw! There's a path down over there, by the myrtle sapling." He gestures with his nose toward the young tree, hopeful that the blue colt will find his way down. While he does, Ivar looks from one foal to the other, remarking at his good fortune in finding not one but three potential companions.
"I'm Ivar." He tells them, "What are your names?"