10-04-2011, 03:23 PM
It didn't take the mare to get attention, and it was the attention of the young man she had met once or twice before. He had taken the young foal who had been born early. She tossed her head, her feet prancing impatiently. She neighed looking the man with one scared eye, her legs splattered with mud, and her mane and tail wild from the wind and rain.
'Come, danger, come, she is in danger'
She whinnied, and pranced forward a yard or to and turned back to make sure he was following her. He had to follow her, or it was too late for the woman. Though in her body and heart she knew it was already true, but her brain wasn't going to comprehend it quite yet. She trotted forward again to the body of her master, who still was still laying on the muddy ground. She let the man know her distress, as she was sure he could help her, get her up. Their kind was so good at those things.
'Come, danger, come, she is in danger'
She whinnied, and pranced forward a yard or to and turned back to make sure he was following her. He had to follow her, or it was too late for the woman. Though in her body and heart she knew it was already true, but her brain wasn't going to comprehend it quite yet. She trotted forward again to the body of her master, who still was still laying on the muddy ground. She let the man know her distress, as she was sure he could help her, get her up. Their kind was so good at those things.