Ember was too fast for anyone to catch up. She kept galloping, her hooves barely touching the ground. Her mane flew in the air and her short tail followed outstretched like a flag. Her ears were pinned back against the wind. Ember was not galloping, she was sprinting.
Ghost soon fell behind. He stood still panting. He couldn't catch her. His life so far was interesting. He was busy trying to stop a half-wild mare and was now stranded by himself. Alone. Again.
Ember stopped when she sensed danger. She was near canyons. The filly snorted as her sides heaved.
Ghost let out a long whinny to her. He started to set a jog in her direction.
Ember whinnied shrilly. She trotted back to him.
Ghost sighed in relief when he saw her trotting back to him. He didn't say anything. To do so would not be smart! He just nickered.
Ember stopped beside him. She sneezed, stuff flying out of her nose. (
(Thunder? About the sneezing stuff,Rose,our 28 year old retired mare did that to me today! I said "Thanks,for the gift.Want a hankie?")\Ember stopped beside him. She sneezed, stuff flying out of her nose. (What Thunder use to do to me all the time)
(He was my Black Arabian gelding. Haha! )
I will try to work my mom into considering a pig)
