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After stumbling out from behind that pesky boulder (which he could of sworn was not there before) his steps became much more short and timid. Instead he shuffled through the grass, feeling his way and taking a little more extra care.
"hello?"
His hooves stomped into the earth, his nose turning in the direction of the whisper. He saw darkness and nothing else, but that wasnt new. Someone was out there.
Taking a shaky breath, puffing out his bronze chest he bellowed a just as soft "hello?".
The sounds of the field no longer rattled his bones or teased his every tense. Was this why he had this strange feeling? He needed to know who was there.
The longer he stared he began to see. Someone was creating those lucid, dancing flames. He just couldnt see who.
Eagerly stepping forward, cloven stones carried him into a slow trott. FIRE! was his only thought. He didnt even consider there could be danger. Tilney rushed closer, and the image of a silver equine who was probably just as startled as he came more and more clear. He hoped he didn't look as though he was lunging at her, or trying to chase her; Slowing his muscled legs to a walk he crept closer, eyeing the fire closely. He had no idea there was a ridiculous smile plastered all over his chiseled face.
"Hello!" He panted once again, now only a few feet from the magnificent mare. Where he was from there couldnt be a more dangerous place for mares then the forest. It was very odd to see this one all alone. He couldn't stop staring at the fire flickering from her mane and tail. He had only ever seen the fire his mother made with her magic, so this was just like seeing pure magic and miracles again right before his eyes. "Fire" he whipered softly. He must of looked like a bit of an idiot, but this totally enchanted him.
"hello?"
His hooves stomped into the earth, his nose turning in the direction of the whisper. He saw darkness and nothing else, but that wasnt new. Someone was out there.
Taking a shaky breath, puffing out his bronze chest he bellowed a just as soft "hello?".
The sounds of the field no longer rattled his bones or teased his every tense. Was this why he had this strange feeling? He needed to know who was there.
The longer he stared he began to see. Someone was creating those lucid, dancing flames. He just couldnt see who.
Eagerly stepping forward, cloven stones carried him into a slow trott. FIRE! was his only thought. He didnt even consider there could be danger. Tilney rushed closer, and the image of a silver equine who was probably just as startled as he came more and more clear. He hoped he didn't look as though he was lunging at her, or trying to chase her; Slowing his muscled legs to a walk he crept closer, eyeing the fire closely. He had no idea there was a ridiculous smile plastered all over his chiseled face.
"Hello!" He panted once again, now only a few feet from the magnificent mare. Where he was from there couldnt be a more dangerous place for mares then the forest. It was very odd to see this one all alone. He couldn't stop staring at the fire flickering from her mane and tail. He had only ever seen the fire his mother made with her magic, so this was just like seeing pure magic and miracles again right before his eyes. "Fire" he whipered softly. He must of looked like a bit of an idiot, but this totally enchanted him.
