Angel & Storm

I had started cantering, I glanced back at Storm. I cantered dodging myself around trees. Soon enough I found myself coming through the trees, in view was a bridge an under a shallow stream. I slowed down from gait to gait. Trot, down to walk to halt. I looked behind me to see Storm. I looked at the bridge, even though looked very weak, it was extremely strong and stable. I stood and waited for Storm to arrive.

Storm made a fast trot towards the bridge. It was exactly the same like how he had left it before, except for one thing. Angel was around. But he meant it as a good thing, to have some company. It made Promising Bridge seem more homely to him. Storm smiled slightly, scanning the area once again.

I looked at him, then back at the bridge, I was glad to be in the shade of the trees. I walked down to the stream, it had only reached my fetlocks. Shallow. I lowered my head but didn't drink, I looked through the crystal clear water and saw small pebbles underneath. I walked back onto land next to Storm.

Storm stayed where he was. Everything was normal and not out of place. It was exactly the same. He watched as Angel went into the water and wlaked back onto land. Water dripping from her legs wet the leaves fallen on the ground.

I looked at him, I let out a small sigh and trotted onto the bridge,I stood and looked at the the distance of the stream. It was long and not wide. I flicked my ears forward.

Storm continued to stand firm. He started prancing a little but settled down for a short graze. He lowered his head, eyeing Angel and sensing if there were any other creatures around, as he started taking nibbles at the tall, green grass. Storm started taking mouthfuls of the grass, enjoying every bit of it.

I looked at Storm graze, I looked down and jumped from the bridge to the stream, it's wasn't dangerous or scary, for the height was not great. I walked about one meter up the stream, it seemed to go on forever. I turned to the bridge, out of all places on the long stream, why had the one who built it, build it here. But of course, if it was somewhere else, the same question would pop up. I wondered about not for long. I looked down to see a patch where no pebbles lay in the stream, I lay down in the cool water and looked at Storm.

Storm raised his head, trotting towards the stream. He whickered softly, walking into the pool a short distance from Angel. His legs felt refreshed and cooling, and he lowered his head, dipping his muzzle into the water like Angel had done earlier. Storm moved his muzzle around the water, breathing into the water. After a while, as his muzzle surfaced, he splashed small droplets of water at Angel, hoping she would not mind his playful actions.