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09-22-2012, 09:21 AM
She starts great, with a position of third in the row of bobbing heads as they paddle through the sea. Fighting to keep her head as far above water as possible, she steers after the black and red mare just in front of her, yet making sure not to get within reach of the kicking hooves under water. The cold of the water was the worst, making her muscles ache, but soon she has adjusted and her skin has gone numb. Keahi does not look back, just pushes on and away from the shore. The huge rock of the Vein of the Gods towered ahead, but what worries her most is the absence of a beach here. There is no stopping here, no resting whatsoever, her stomach turning into a tight knot.
The sudden warming of the water both surprises and pleases her, giving her an extra motivation to keep moving. Keahi is a child of the desert, and she far favors the warmer climate over the colder months that she is facing. She passes under the bridge with ease, steam engulfing her figure and the ones in front of her. No longer can she steer after the black mare in front of her; she will have to follow her instinct. Emerging on the other side, she is pleased to see that she is indeed still headed in the right direction.
The sudden warming of the water both surprises and pleases her, giving her an extra motivation to keep moving. Keahi is a child of the desert, and she far favors the warmer climate over the colder months that she is facing. She passes under the bridge with ease, steam engulfing her figure and the ones in front of her. No longer can she steer after the black mare in front of her; she will have to follow her instinct. Emerging on the other side, she is pleased to see that she is indeed still headed in the right direction.
