kindred
Drift gently...
The gentle thrum of the water as it pulsates off of the pool before her. The cooling spray of miniscule droplets as they splash against her coat. It wasn’t too late in the day – no, not really – but the heat of the sun was nearly diminished by the chill of the water and the gentle caress of the breeze. It beckoned her, almost as if it were whispering soothing words in her ear with each step she took. Closer, closer, closer – until she could feel the pounding of the waterfall against her forehead, spilling against her cheekbones and down her neck. Baby blue eyes squeezing shut and ears pinning back to keep the liquid from rushing into her open pores.
A few more steps and she can feel it massaging her withers – water pressing deep into the muscle and loosening the knots created from months of anxiety and dread. Another couple of steps and now it is working at the tightness along her back, up to her loin, and then her croup. She shakes, relishing the feeling of her muscle loosening and the grime slowly being worked off of her alabaster coat. The speckles of black near the point of her hip and flank now much more striking. Gently, she pulls at her braid, loosening it and allowing it all to be worked through as she sticks her head back out of the water.
Cerulean eyes flicker open, taking in the world around her only to be taken aback by the sight of another equine not too much further down the shore. Kindred blinks, shrinking back into the water for a mere moment, relishing how it just barely grazes under her barrel as if it were holding her. How long? How long had that other one been there? Gently, Kindred swallows her fear, and allows her light voice to carry itself over the sound of the waterfall. ”Hello? The water is lovely if you’d like to cool off?” It was an awkward statement, but Kindred had tried. She steps back out from the waterfall and shakes the entirety of her body – moving far more gracefully than she had before now that her muscles had loosened up. ”I’m Kindred,” she offers – hoping that the kindness would present a conversation rather than a fight (especially if she had accidentally stumbled into another’s personal time).
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@Leto
A few more steps and she can feel it massaging her withers – water pressing deep into the muscle and loosening the knots created from months of anxiety and dread. Another couple of steps and now it is working at the tightness along her back, up to her loin, and then her croup. She shakes, relishing the feeling of her muscle loosening and the grime slowly being worked off of her alabaster coat. The speckles of black near the point of her hip and flank now much more striking. Gently, she pulls at her braid, loosening it and allowing it all to be worked through as she sticks her head back out of the water.
Cerulean eyes flicker open, taking in the world around her only to be taken aback by the sight of another equine not too much further down the shore. Kindred blinks, shrinking back into the water for a mere moment, relishing how it just barely grazes under her barrel as if it were holding her. How long? How long had that other one been there? Gently, Kindred swallows her fear, and allows her light voice to carry itself over the sound of the waterfall. ”Hello? The water is lovely if you’d like to cool off?” It was an awkward statement, but Kindred had tried. She steps back out from the waterfall and shakes the entirety of her body – moving far more gracefully than she had before now that her muscles had loosened up. ”I’m Kindred,” she offers – hoping that the kindness would present a conversation rather than a fight (especially if she had accidentally stumbled into another’s personal time).
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@Leto
... Into Oblivion
