Traveling the world to make some friends. Kahlua knew the feeling. She had been inclined when she arrived here in Helovia to travel the world. For now, she was content to stay home. She had seen many places, but the Edge was to be her family and herd relations was important. She was glad to be making some friends. “Children always seem to find some way to keep themselves safe, at any rate,” she responded. Somehow or another, despite all of the nonsense she had always managed to get herself into, she had also always managed to free herself from the danger. It was a trick of children that adults lost as they aged. Nobody found pity for an old mare. They wasted it all on the young.
Kahlua heard the thundering of the unicorn's hooves in the snow before she felt the teeth on her side. The nip was nothing, barely a touch. The unicorn's buck matched, of which Kahlua was eternally grateful for. She had been ready to jump out of the way of the kick, but had only succeeded in slipping in the snow. “Tag?” Her voice was both words and laughter in one. “Wait up!” She laughed again as her muscles bunched beneath her and she leaped off after the unicorn.
The even three beat rhythm of her canter carried her through the trees and the snow and the mist. Kahlua dodged the trees carefully, all the while keeping an eye on her friend. Her mane and tail flew out behind her, making quite a picture for any that might be watching. “I think it's your turn to chase,” she called as she made up ground on Antheia. As Kahlua finally inched her way beside the mare she reached out her mouth to try and nip lightly at the mare's withers. “This way,” she called with a laugh, skidding to a stop in the snow and turning on her haunches to take off on a 90 degree path to the left. She still cantered, peeking back jut shortly before turning back to watch her path through the trees. She weaved through them somewhat clumsily, her chest taking deep breaths in rhythm with her stride, letting oxygen fill her lungs and fuel her muscles. | |
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