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08-15-2014, 09:19 AM
Did the storm move away? Or did not move closer at the pace of snail? Maybe it was moving along the horizon, because the sky above her head was still clear and she could see one star popping up after the next. Though she was happy the storm took its sweet time to come over to where she was sitting. Looking in its direction, there was this dark, blurry wall of rain off in the distance. It could stay over there.
But there was something more over there. Arathea frowned and perked her ears as something paler moved against the blurry wall, getting more and more clear. She squinted in a try to see through the dark. The way it moved reminded her of a horse's gait. Her head tipped slightly to the side, then more... Then more until she was almost holding it up side down and her tail wagged faster and faster out of her control. She recognized that pale one. She thought she did at least. It had to be him...
The pale horse came closer and she could now make out the icy horn sticking out through the drenched forelock. Her tail swept and bounced over the rock behind her and she kept her weird positioning of her head. Mauja seemed to be doing alright, save being soaked in the chilly night. But she heard the laugh coming from him and it made her smile. He had not seemed to noticed her yet, though and she was about to make a move to catch his attention.
However, she stopped herself and her ears moved back in an uncertain manner. They had not really been bestest of best buddies and at the same time not on a bad paw with each other. She still was not sure why she had just come to like the stallion. She just did. And he had trusted her enough to guard his little owl egg back in the day. Hopefully he would not be too angry with her having disappeared. Again...
Arathea turned her head around again to sit properly, before leaning it back to let out a soft howl. When she tipped it forward, her eyes were fixed on the stallion and the smile lingered on her face.
But there was something more over there. Arathea frowned and perked her ears as something paler moved against the blurry wall, getting more and more clear. She squinted in a try to see through the dark. The way it moved reminded her of a horse's gait. Her head tipped slightly to the side, then more... Then more until she was almost holding it up side down and her tail wagged faster and faster out of her control. She recognized that pale one. She thought she did at least. It had to be him...
The pale horse came closer and she could now make out the icy horn sticking out through the drenched forelock. Her tail swept and bounced over the rock behind her and she kept her weird positioning of her head. Mauja seemed to be doing alright, save being soaked in the chilly night. But she heard the laugh coming from him and it made her smile. He had not seemed to noticed her yet, though and she was about to make a move to catch his attention.
However, she stopped herself and her ears moved back in an uncertain manner. They had not really been bestest of best buddies and at the same time not on a bad paw with each other. She still was not sure why she had just come to like the stallion. She just did. And he had trusted her enough to guard his little owl egg back in the day. Hopefully he would not be too angry with her having disappeared. Again...
Arathea turned her head around again to sit properly, before leaning it back to let out a soft howl. When she tipped it forward, her eyes were fixed on the stallion and the smile lingered on her face.
