Foaling Around (May 3010) - [Braeldia, Ceolmund]
Mar 4, 2018 20:17:25 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Mar 4, 2018 20:17:25 GMT -5
"Ah, but they're not really tricks, it's training."
“Twaining?” Paega marveled. “But…awen’t twicks taught, too?” She looked to Ceolmund as Ran continued to plod along, wondering. It seemed that Tait was able to also do these training tricks, and as Braeldia showed the little girl how to give the horse the command to turn the other way, Paega smiled, eyes crinkling with delight.
“Next time we wide hew, Papa Coleymond, I want to do the twicks like this! We can make a flowew shape!”
She looked up, Braeldia’s smiling face bright and gleaming above. “I wike leawning fwom you, Bwaeldidia! Maybe you can teach me with Papa Coleymond awl the time!” She could introduce her new friend to Tait, a horse that Braeldia was sure to adore, and she could go riding with her two favorite horse friends. Papa Coleymond was a good teacher, and so was Braeldia. Maybe they could all ride the same horse!
“Papa Coleymond has a biiiiiig howse,” Paega trilled, for a moment extending her hands wide in either direction before once more taking hold of the mane where Braeldia had put her hands before. “Maybe we can all go togethew on Tait to the wivew! That would be fun! Mama Wuna can walk behind,” the little girl suggested. It seemed a nice outing. Maybe Braeldia could bring the foals with her!
“He might be trying to groom you. Or simply taste the salt of your skin.”
Taste the salt of her skin? Runa looked down, watching the pink tongue rake over her dress, then on her sleeve, then on her hand as she tried to once more pet the foal behind its ears. “Are you trying to groom me, hm?” She hummed thoughtfully. The little foal whinnied, the sound small, lacking the deep power that the horses in the stables had. It sounded sweet, akin to the babble of a toddler, or perhaps even an infant.
“Must be it,” Runa said. For a moment she laughed, and her concerned face broke into a smile, blue eyes glittering. The foal bounded around her, coming in once more from the other side, licking now Runa’s other hand.
“Aren’t you a sweet thing,” Runa murmured next, reaching to pet the young horse behind his ears. Perhaps if all horses were as small and sweet, she would have no trouble. In fact, it was hard to imagine that Tait, the black steed Ceolmund kept, was ever this small and sweet. She wondered if she had bounded about like this, or if perhaps she chased people who entered her corral and nipped at their hands.
She glanced to Ceolmund, eyes dancing and noting the way he was looking at her. “Maybe you should buy this one,” Runa jested. “Surely would make a good Eored horse when they’re all grown up.”
From her spot on Ran, Paega gasped. “But Papa Coleymond has Tait!” The girl remarked, faintly in horror. Now that Runa had not needed to be reminded of, and her face once more turned to the foal, a sigh of lament streaming from her lips.
“Twaining?” Paega marveled. “But…awen’t twicks taught, too?” She looked to Ceolmund as Ran continued to plod along, wondering. It seemed that Tait was able to also do these training tricks, and as Braeldia showed the little girl how to give the horse the command to turn the other way, Paega smiled, eyes crinkling with delight.
“Next time we wide hew, Papa Coleymond, I want to do the twicks like this! We can make a flowew shape!”
She looked up, Braeldia’s smiling face bright and gleaming above. “I wike leawning fwom you, Bwaeldidia! Maybe you can teach me with Papa Coleymond awl the time!” She could introduce her new friend to Tait, a horse that Braeldia was sure to adore, and she could go riding with her two favorite horse friends. Papa Coleymond was a good teacher, and so was Braeldia. Maybe they could all ride the same horse!
“Papa Coleymond has a biiiiiig howse,” Paega trilled, for a moment extending her hands wide in either direction before once more taking hold of the mane where Braeldia had put her hands before. “Maybe we can all go togethew on Tait to the wivew! That would be fun! Mama Wuna can walk behind,” the little girl suggested. It seemed a nice outing. Maybe Braeldia could bring the foals with her!
“He might be trying to groom you. Or simply taste the salt of your skin.”
Taste the salt of her skin? Runa looked down, watching the pink tongue rake over her dress, then on her sleeve, then on her hand as she tried to once more pet the foal behind its ears. “Are you trying to groom me, hm?” She hummed thoughtfully. The little foal whinnied, the sound small, lacking the deep power that the horses in the stables had. It sounded sweet, akin to the babble of a toddler, or perhaps even an infant.
“Must be it,” Runa said. For a moment she laughed, and her concerned face broke into a smile, blue eyes glittering. The foal bounded around her, coming in once more from the other side, licking now Runa’s other hand.
“Aren’t you a sweet thing,” Runa murmured next, reaching to pet the young horse behind his ears. Perhaps if all horses were as small and sweet, she would have no trouble. In fact, it was hard to imagine that Tait, the black steed Ceolmund kept, was ever this small and sweet. She wondered if she had bounded about like this, or if perhaps she chased people who entered her corral and nipped at their hands.
She glanced to Ceolmund, eyes dancing and noting the way he was looking at her. “Maybe you should buy this one,” Runa jested. “Surely would make a good Eored horse when they’re all grown up.”
From her spot on Ran, Paega gasped. “But Papa Coleymond has Tait!” The girl remarked, faintly in horror. Now that Runa had not needed to be reminded of, and her face once more turned to the foal, a sigh of lament streaming from her lips.