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Post by Corowa on Jul 27, 2009 11:20:43 GMT
The filly stepped carefully from the snowgums, intensely aware of every hair standing on end as she walked with that proud light step over the snowgrass. Goonama nickered tenderly, giving Bunda a reassuring nudge. The young stallion was still very lame, and he looked so strained and worried, the filly knew it would be many months before those deep gashes healed, and surely, the memories of this terrible fight, would last for always. Despairingly, she touched her soft nose to his, trying to reassure him. She bore him no resentment, for though she missed Goolara deeply, Goonama knew Bunda was her mate and she could never leave him. The filly nuzzled the young stallion, let him know she was his, and always would be.
“Come,” she said quietly, and glanced through the silver white trunks of the snowgums, remembering again the fierce looking chestnut and his furious screams. While Bunda was so lame he could barely move, Goonama would show him where the good snowgrass grew, would lead him to those shallow bush soaks, where none but the wise mopoke would watch over them. She was his mate, and he had been hurt fighting for her and Goolara. Nostrils to the wind, Goonama stirred nervously, the stillness of the bush suddenly frightening. For though the filly heard nothing but the quiet rustling of the snowgum leaves, something told her she should go. Turning to Bunda, Goonama nudged him, encouraging the young stallion on with the gentlest of nickers.
“Let’s head to the Bogong,” she said. “The grass is good, and few mobs graze there, for most have gone south to the lower country of the Cascades.” Tossing her head, the filly moved towards a clump of black sallee. The sun glistened in the leaves of the snowgums, the swirling mist fading in the brightness of the day. Her white coat shining brilliantly in the bars of sunlight, splendid as snow, Goonama felt faintly uneasy. The filly backed soundlessly away into the shelter of the bush, calling softly to Bunda. Through the trees, on the other side of the creek, she could see something moving quietly through the bush. For in between the rough trunks of the snowgums, it seemed a chestnut hide gleamed with the living light of the sun, and beside him walked one pale as moonlight.
OOC: Ok, I think we can end the thread there, if that's alright with you Yaruka. We can do a separate Goonama and Bunda thread later.
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