03-21-2021, 11:59 AM
The light that meets the dark
Well, Starlore’s attitude took an upturn quickly. Cheri wasn’t sure what to make of it, but she followed her new guide anyways without even looking back to check the beach one more time. Maybe her father had been wrong in assuming the East was full of reckless, dangerous horses. Starlore seemed just the opposite, he was so animated and alive with colorful light. He talked as if he was happy to be given the task of watching over Cheri, as if he’d been reared properly with manners and knew how best to ease the tension in awkward conversation. He’d taken her refusal and politely (albeit sternly) flipped it on its head, which still kind of surprised the blanket-spotted filly as they quickly left the shoreline behind them.
He was the last thing Cheri had expected, and now the growing mare had reason enough to doubt childhood notions handed down to her by her father. Perhaps, she thought to herself, the best things in life were unexpected.
“I live in the redwood forest on the opposite side of the bay.” She threw her nose haphazardly in the direction behind them, almost as if to point out the now-invisible speck of distant land. From her side of the water, Silver Cove had always looked like a miniature strip of jagged rocks; Cheri used to love scrounging her side of the bay for stones that somewhat resembled the fuzzy outline of their mountain range, arranging them in the sand and then playing pretend as if she were there, fighting off make-believe evil. Now that she knew the truth, she could only smile to herself. “We call the forest Taiga.”
“Have you always lived here?” Cheri was curious to know, matching Starlore’s pace as best she could. For some reason, she’d never pictured foals or yearlings roaming around these lands. In her childish mind it was only a place of legend and despair, but as her black legs slid through the plain’s grasses and she inhaled the scent of fresh seaside winds, Cheri found nothing of the like here. She could only imagine how wonderful it must’ve been in the light, and the thought made her frown.
She’d been here for less than a few hours and Cheri was already wonderstruck; if this was what answering the call to adventure was like, then she was probably in danger of becoming a hardcore addict.
He was the last thing Cheri had expected, and now the growing mare had reason enough to doubt childhood notions handed down to her by her father. Perhaps, she thought to herself, the best things in life were unexpected.
“I live in the redwood forest on the opposite side of the bay.” She threw her nose haphazardly in the direction behind them, almost as if to point out the now-invisible speck of distant land. From her side of the water, Silver Cove had always looked like a miniature strip of jagged rocks; Cheri used to love scrounging her side of the bay for stones that somewhat resembled the fuzzy outline of their mountain range, arranging them in the sand and then playing pretend as if she were there, fighting off make-believe evil. Now that she knew the truth, she could only smile to herself. “We call the forest Taiga.”
“Have you always lived here?” Cheri was curious to know, matching Starlore’s pace as best she could. For some reason, she’d never pictured foals or yearlings roaming around these lands. In her childish mind it was only a place of legend and despair, but as her black legs slid through the plain’s grasses and she inhaled the scent of fresh seaside winds, Cheri found nothing of the like here. She could only imagine how wonderful it must’ve been in the light, and the thought made her frown.
She’d been here for less than a few hours and Cheri was already wonderstruck; if this was what answering the call to adventure was like, then she was probably in danger of becoming a hardcore addict.
@[starlore]