by Fiddle » Fri Oct 24, 2014 10:57 am
Username: Fiddle
Equid's Name: Shayla
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Height: 12.2hh
Story:
(Emer is my WME mare.)
"Stay right here. This is the best surprise ever, I promise," says one of my friends, Emer, and then she trots away from me with the others, leaving me with her orders. My friends and I have already hung out and had our fun, so I'm not supposed to know what's going on, but I have a feeling...
"I hope you have fun, Shay", one of them calls back, and winks at me.
I now wait quietly by a stream boardering a field, where I was told to. The sun is down, and a chilly evening is setting in. I absentmindedly flick my mane, which has wild flowers laced into it - thanks to the girls. At first I thought the flowers were goofy, but now I've become attached to them, and it's going to be sad to have to pull them out.
My heart thumps loudly against ribs with the growing seconds. The field adjacent to the stream looms over me, its grass is over my head. I can't see through it, I can't see above it.
The trickle of the creek seems to grow louder and louder - until he appears. The equid I have fallen so hard for, the equid I can't even tell you the name of, because it's a secret...only my friends know we've been seeing each other.
He's tall enough that his ears reach the tips of the grass. And when his eyes find mine, it's like fireworks have gone off in my body.
"Happy Birthday, Shayla," He sings in his deep voice, and crashes through the grass with a smile in his eyes, until his muzzle meets mine in a greeting.
"Thanks," I manage, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I'd forgotten it was my birthday at all after the sight of him.
"Follow me!" He exclaims, heading back for the grass.
"Okay!" I squeal, following him blindly.
I trail behind him, keeping my eyes on his tail. I try to remember whats so special about this field - what I've seen it like in the winter, when it's flattened down.
But I can't, from what I recall, it's just a regular field.
He checks back at me now and then, which makes my face grow warm, and my eyes lower to the ground.
By the time it takes for it to get completely dark, we reach our destination.
"Here," he says. We've come upon a little clearing of grass, which has been trampled down by a big equine (him). It's small enough so that the chilly wind doesn't dip down into it, creating a warm pocket of air. The grass also shields out the rest of the night sounds, and it's so quiet, I can only hear our breathing.
He lays down in the center, and I lay against him. I look up, and on my birthday night, its just the stars, and us.
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Fiddle on Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.