Post by rewind on Sept 1, 2010 13:13:39 GMT
XD Sounds good to me! I'll wrap this up in my post. Thanks for the thread!!! <3
So she learned little of his herd, but much of where they generally lived. This was enough to quiet Rewind, who was satisfied to meet the herd mares herself and as comfortably as she could, fit herself into their ranks. While she did not wish to step on their toes, she would do her best to assert her strong characteristics and volunteer herself for a semi-dominant position. As her new herd stallion picked up a canter she followed in suit, not racing along with him so as to challenge his speed and his ego, but following, just at his haunches. It was not in her character to challenge him to a race, not when their survival depended on strength, stamina and health. Races were games born of young, foolish minds, and were fine for the colts and fillies. The only real race Rewind knew was that for survival, for safety.
He slowed and she came to his shoulder, blowing warm softly, reassuringly against his tall, golden withers. Her ears flicked forward and back and with the same uncertainty he was feeling she nodded. Kicking her heels up toward the night sky, she burst into a fast canter with an energetic cry. "To the East!" She heralded the night, arching her neck to summon her new king into a gallop along with her, and in the moon-milk light of the night they sped off toward the homelands they now shared.
