between the rain
through myself
& back again.
"No! Tag is a game!" I call laughing as I dart away from her. My hooves leave the land bridge and touch upon the reddish sands of the Throat. It feels good to be home. I belong here. I hope Spice likes it too. I'm thirsty and so I direct us towards the Oasis as I continue explaining. "When I touch you, you become it. The only way to stop being it is to tag someone else!"
My legs stretch out beneath me as I lead us across the crimson sands towards our inland lake. Maybe if she's never seen the sea before, she will be equally impressed by the water that floods the interior of the Throat? I move quickly and easily - this is probably my heritage from Mother. She is much lither and leaner than Father is, and I'm thankful for that. Don't get me wrong, I think Father is handsome and strong, but there's something appealing about the way my body is long and quick, rather than just a mountain of muscle. But the again, maybe it will be one day.
As I near the water I turn my head around for a moment to find Spice. On the sand it's harder to hear if you're being followed, or where they are. The granules soften the sound, dampening it. I buck as I go, feeling frisky and free and young. It is warmer here in the Throat, a blessing from our deity.
I don't know.