- madeline; seventeen; almost lost; tags; matthew
In the distance, Madeline could spot a figure. She had decided to continue walking, except she was now almost lost, having only the faint silhouettes of the buildings as a guide back. So when she spotted another soul riding round the terrain, she let Vigil's reins loosen and told him to go.
The sensitive pony didn't need much else to get going, and took off in an unexpected canter to the pair in the distance. Madeline let him run until they were closer, but Vigil didn't respond to the pressure being put on the reins when she asked for trot. He didn't listen to her legs or seat either. He did slow down a bit, but didn't change his gait or move to the side when she asked.
For a second, she swore she was going to crash into the boy and his horse, except miraculously her own pony transitioned into a trot, before stopping abruptly to neigh at the other horse. He continued walking towards the pair.
"Hi," she called to the rider and his horse, "I'm Madeline and this is Vigil, we're kind of sort of lost."