In truth, Reave has never known any other way of existence. Where she feels caught in the whirlwind of his swift decisions and even swifter actions, Reave falls easily into the normalcy of the pattern. There is rarely a day that passes in which Reave is not seeking something. Most days, he isn’t quite sure what it is he seeks, but he always knows he will recognize it when he finds it.
As wild and reckless a way as it is to live life, the red and white colt could imagine no other existence.
Where Cheri finds delight in the novelty of the day with it’s strange scents and tastes, Reave finds delight in her companionship. In having another soul to share this with. To show these wonders and experience the thrill. The fact that they are doing something which they probably should not is barely a blip on his radar. As a boy who has yet to be burdened with the consequences of life, it is a thing barely worth considering. She had been perfectly correct in her assumption that Reave would not have listened to any warnings she gave.
The sun is bright overhead, the air crisp and clear, giving rise to steam as the pool lay quietly enticing before them. Just as he had the first time he’d found this place, she seems impossibly curious. His grin widens when she asks if it’s safe to swim in. With a faint shrug, Reave replies casually, “I guess we better find out.”
The words are barely even out of his mouth before he has jolted forward to leap into the spring with alacrity. The water sprays in a wide arch beneath his heft, undoubtedly soaking her if she had not already leapt in after him. A laugh escapes his lips as he shakes water from his short, pale locks before turning to peer brightly at his cousin.
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@[Cheri]