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03-07-2013, 12:31 AM
I saw her eyes widen in awe as I told her about the beach. A thought hit me barreling. What if she has never seen the beach? A river was quite beautiful to be by, and it did offer fresh water instead of salty un drinkable water, but the sea was vast, and blue, and it was too much fun. There was nothing better than the sea. I looked to the ivory last. Surely she must have heard about it before I described it to her? I looked to her when she said she hoped to go. "If you would like, we could go to the endless Blue", I told her happily. She would be delighted to be surrounded by the palm trees I have heard so much about.
Then she told me about my babbling, and I was overjoyed that she didn't think I was a talkative fool. I did have a tendency to speak a lot when it came to stories of places and things. "Well, when you fight it is very hard, and they did hurt me a lot. I guess it's because of my light pelt I get spotted so easily," I said giving a jokingly smile. Despite the fact that they roughed and bruised me, I wasn't angry at them. Those were past times, and it was quite hard for me to hold a grudge unless they hurt my family and other loved ones. I then started thinking if someone hurt Brisa. A anger settled on me just thinking about if a stronger horse took advantage. If he did, I might even have the will to kill. I was shocked at myself for thinking this way, but I gazed lovingly, but with a protective edge towards Brisa. I would never allow something to happen to her. I then thought about my siblings, and especially my lovely, naive sisters. I would die to protect them. "Well, I guess I could ask, how was your old herd life?" I curiously gazed at her.
Then she told me about my babbling, and I was overjoyed that she didn't think I was a talkative fool. I did have a tendency to speak a lot when it came to stories of places and things. "Well, when you fight it is very hard, and they did hurt me a lot. I guess it's because of my light pelt I get spotted so easily," I said giving a jokingly smile. Despite the fact that they roughed and bruised me, I wasn't angry at them. Those were past times, and it was quite hard for me to hold a grudge unless they hurt my family and other loved ones. I then started thinking if someone hurt Brisa. A anger settled on me just thinking about if a stronger horse took advantage. If he did, I might even have the will to kill. I was shocked at myself for thinking this way, but I gazed lovingly, but with a protective edge towards Brisa. I would never allow something to happen to her. I then thought about my siblings, and especially my lovely, naive sisters. I would die to protect them. "Well, I guess I could ask, how was your old herd life?" I curiously gazed at her.
