She heard it first ...Birdsong, the snow had stopped. FireFly chuckled as she stretched out inside her cozy nest she had made in the ledge . For the dozenth time a horse nose has pushed in blowing warm breath across the top of her face....'Get up'...was never so blatent. FireFly crawled out into the blinding white of the sun on the snow. She grabbed her hat and pulled a leather strip from the band around it, the deerskin molded to her skin as she deftly tied it behind her head, the two slits she looked out of reducing the glare to nothing. She pulled her hat down and greeted her friends.. Low rumbles of greetings rolled through the horses ..mouths opened and closed , tongues moving . The toss of a mane and the ritual of lowering eye level to her level began ...The horses greeted FireFly and deferred to her their trust. She was Herd. Her fingertips glided across rippling muscles as she touched each of the horses individually ..murmuring their names to swiveling ears, her hands reassuring and welcome. She had left her ranch and huge wild horse herd...to travel on an adventure...well it turned out when she had left, a group of specially trained horses of hers she called her 'Runners ' followed her...Spun of myth and Magic to others, theses horses were sought far and wide for their stamina and loyalty. Chosen for extreme intelligence, Both Rain and FireFly molded them. One hundred miles out on her adventure...She saw a familiar sight on a ridge top ...It was Jinx...and when he called out to her she was delighted to see him! Even as the spill of the horses following him poured down around her FireFly cried out in Joy right along with them ..But now they were her responsibility, She must continue to be vigilant...Until they made it back home ...
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 06:01:59 +0000
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