Post by writtenphoto on Jun 3, 2012 0:43:24 GMT -5
Ridge
"Sevimli balina sümüyü"
Ridge said to the whale bones, her eyes glued onto them. The mare nimbly stepped. She remembered the one time she had come here, with several foals of her age. They played around and bit at the bones in a attempt to act like demons as the other foals who spent the night in there said were in there. Upon closer inspection, Ridge noticed the small indents that were made from the group of foals frolicking in the sand.
Now she was older, And of course, she kept her regular tomboyish ways from her foal time. A somewhat dreaded mane in the area where her shoulders met her mane, well just a part. Her white and black mane flew in all directions from its longeness. It was longer than the average horses.
The mare never really heard her first name, sure she used it herself, but horses always has this concoction of creating nick names. Rugby, Rid, Reddy, Riddy. Riddy was the most common.
Ridge closed her eyes, remembering her past. She remembered the small voices of her colt friends giggling as they weaved back and forth through the bones.
Ridge shook her head, her thin hair falling across her neck in different directions. Her neck going high up in the air, her ears going forward. "Ahh, its good to use another tongue than my Mother tongue." She said with a hum in her voice as she walked away from the whale bones. Her hooves kicking away at the sand. " Əlvida, əziz balina sümükləri!" She said loudly to the bones, Slightly giggling at how no one could understand her if she spoke her native tongue