A rather small, seal brown stallion yawns and attempts to shake the morning dew from his thick, flaxen mane. Of course, the water clung to him. It always did. Especially now, considering that his winter coat is growing in. He gazes up at the glowing orange sky. It was early morning. He’d awoken just in time to watch the sunrise. A sight he always loved. The array of colors. What they meant. How they got there. If they meant anything at all. If everyone saw it the same way he does.
He watched the sun climb higher and higher; until it was simply too bright to keep staring at. At this point, he rises to his hooves. The chilly morning breeze nipping at his legs that were nestled underneath him only a moment beforehand. The stallion shivers just the slightest before bowing down to stretch out his front legs. Next, he brought himself back to squared stance and leant forward to stretch out his back legs. Finally satisfied, he made his way over to the river he’d slept several feet away from.
The water moved quickly, but even it was just a touch sluggish. Winter was hot on the heels of fall; slowing the river. Eventually, it’d go from racing with the winds to sliding like foals on wet grass. Chunks of ice and slush would invade the waters and skitter by at a pace a notch or two faster than that of a mosey. Icarus stands at the bank; careful to stay in the grassy edges and not the muddy ones. The mud would likely be slippery and weak. He isn’t exactly interested in taking a swim right now. Preferably, he’d never have to swim in the river. He knew his short limbs would betray him in the speeding currents.
He dips his head, grimacing as the incredibly cold water touches his lips. The stallion takes a few, brisk sips. At least that’s one plus side to the water’s movement; it takes a lot less effort to get a drink from it. It does most of the work for you. You just have to catch it and swallow it. Even though it’s temperature is verging on icy, it is greatly refreshing. He sighs softly as he brings his head back up. With his thirst quenched, he back steps from the bank a couple of feet.
Icarus gazes outwards, taking in the sights and smells. The sounds of the freshwater rushing about just in front of him. The crickets have gone to bed; but the birds have just awoken. He smiles at their songs. Each so different from the next. Yet, they all fit together in harmony. Nature is amazing and mysterious that way. The sun’s rays dance and glitter on top of the ever moving waters. Stories swirl within his mind. Tales of heroes leaping across the river; taking a risky shortcut to save the day. Fables of outcasts and nomads sharing their knowledge and helping others. So many stories could be told just based on the river itself. He watches it go past him; getting lost in the tales that paint the world surrounding him.
"Speaking."
He watched the sun climb higher and higher; until it was simply too bright to keep staring at. At this point, he rises to his hooves. The chilly morning breeze nipping at his legs that were nestled underneath him only a moment beforehand. The stallion shivers just the slightest before bowing down to stretch out his front legs. Next, he brought himself back to squared stance and leant forward to stretch out his back legs. Finally satisfied, he made his way over to the river he’d slept several feet away from.
The water moved quickly, but even it was just a touch sluggish. Winter was hot on the heels of fall; slowing the river. Eventually, it’d go from racing with the winds to sliding like foals on wet grass. Chunks of ice and slush would invade the waters and skitter by at a pace a notch or two faster than that of a mosey. Icarus stands at the bank; careful to stay in the grassy edges and not the muddy ones. The mud would likely be slippery and weak. He isn’t exactly interested in taking a swim right now. Preferably, he’d never have to swim in the river. He knew his short limbs would betray him in the speeding currents.
He dips his head, grimacing as the incredibly cold water touches his lips. The stallion takes a few, brisk sips. At least that’s one plus side to the water’s movement; it takes a lot less effort to get a drink from it. It does most of the work for you. You just have to catch it and swallow it. Even though it’s temperature is verging on icy, it is greatly refreshing. He sighs softly as he brings his head back up. With his thirst quenched, he back steps from the bank a couple of feet.
Icarus gazes outwards, taking in the sights and smells. The sounds of the freshwater rushing about just in front of him. The crickets have gone to bed; but the birds have just awoken. He smiles at their songs. Each so different from the next. Yet, they all fit together in harmony. Nature is amazing and mysterious that way. The sun’s rays dance and glitter on top of the ever moving waters. Stories swirl within his mind. Tales of heroes leaping across the river; taking a risky shortcut to save the day. Fables of outcasts and nomads sharing their knowledge and helping others. So many stories could be told just based on the river itself. He watches it go past him; getting lost in the tales that paint the world surrounding him.
