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07-10-2012, 03:30 PM
 The sun glared from atop its cloudy throne, rays thrown askew to beat down. The red stallion and his red colt walk, nearing the meeting of sky and mountain as it shields easily from trespassers. Cyrus, on weak three-month legs, struggled in front of his gallant father who was wise about conserving energy. Validino watched his son with tired teal eyes, as he knew his lover and daughter hiked much further below. He knew he'd have trouble keeping up with the little ones as they journeyed effortlessly, prime in their youth. But now he saw past the boundless energy, to a weak helpless thing that wearily staggered along the rocks. The stallion shifted into a jolty uphill trot, moving up to his son to push him gently with his nose. "You were the one who wanted to race up here." Dino says affectionately, while Cyrus keeps his teal gaze fixed on the mountain, intimidated because he can't see past the thick layer of cloud. The boy glances at his father, unsure of what to say. The bay just laughs and pushes him this time with the black of his muzzle. "Come on, going down won't be so hard." Dino hopes his words are real, and waves his horn up to the sky. Validino & Cyrus through the storm we reach the shore |
