Post by Ehetere on Apr 24, 2010 2:45:29 GMT
Piringa’s heart leapt with possibly irrational hope when the hint of smile played around the roan filly’s lips. Had she been impressed by his heartfelt speech? Piringa certainly hoped so – she was such a prize, and it would truly be a tragedy to see her at the side of any stallion other than he.
She seemed very wise indeed for her young age, and there was something in her air that reminded Piringa of his own mother – always speaking words of advice and knowledge of the bush so that he might remember them. It would likely do him good to remember this filly’s words also if he was to win her heart.
He almost held his breath in anticipation as she moved out of the cool running water and towards the bank and him. She could easily run then, and Piringa did not know of her speed and whether he would be able to catch her, though he was confident in his own swiftness. But she did not flee when she was so close, but instead paused for one heart-stopping second as if to tease him, before moving forward and extending her nose in greeting – finally. Piringa breathed deeply, taking in her scent so he might remember it for always.
She gave her name, and Piringa felt that he might have finally won her over – enough at least for her to travel with him. She lipped his dark grey muzzle, and he thought perhaps he may have just convinced possibly the most stubborn filly in the whole of the High Country that he may be worthy of whatever high standards she set for her stallions.
At the mention of exploring, Piringa needed no further encouragement really. Her nip was enough to return his silly head to reality and whinny happily as he cantered northwards, confident that Jiba, the mysterious filly of the moon, would follow.
