Gods, how persistent she was. A black laced ear ticked back as she shouted again, straining to catch the words she threw into the whipping wind. Why he was running? Well wasn't that a silly question. Why was she running after him, now that was more intriguing.
Still, despite his original intent of simply running until his legs gave out it was growing harder to keep up the neck-breaking pace. With the sand flying beneath the hooves he was threatening to run out of beach soon as well, and it wouldn't be nearly as much fun trying to nestle his way through the thick roots of the mangroves by the Spectral Marshes. Winded and quickly tiring, the stallion held out on the black-skinned mare for a few moments longer, but gradually - against his will, he ensured the white dragon - his pace slowed, step by step until he broke from a flowing canter into a trot, then walked a few paces until he finally stopped on trembling legs.
Chest heaving, coat blackened with sweat and spray from the sea he let the legs fold beneath him and sunk down on the side, groaning from pleasure as he rubbed the skin against the white sand. Lace hadn't noticed before how nice the earth smelled, how cool it could feel against an overheated body, how very very pleasant it was to feel the tiny gravels sift between the hairs of the coat and dry it, cleaning and polishing the winter coat to a gentle sheen.
"What were you saying?" he eventually said and peered towards the white-maned lady, suspecting that her patience would be running short soon. There was a merry, almost teasing glint in the gilded eyes, accompanied by a merry twist of the mouth that shouldn't technically be there, considering the magnitude that the catastrophe of the strange night came at.
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