Mirroring within his graceful skilled feet his dance still seemed to thrive in the canter he displayed on the way to his destination. Hooves thumping along the ground kept him in motion as he listened openly for her own hoofbeats along the dirt and grasses. Even in the thrill of passion that overtook your soul there was a warning embedded deeply within one's mind when exhaustion settled in. Even he in a sensible instinct knew poor Brisi needed to rest her own well-being for a somber night. While Takoda could of danced for hours Brsi was still a novice learning tools of the trade so to speak. Leaning his canter back to a trot he slowed down edging the stream they once before had drank deeply from. Dipping his head downward he took in the sweet coolness that soothed his throat then shook his shoulders till a feathery tail swayed behind him in response.
Turning his head sideways he saw the pale little mare coming in behind him her hooves never splaying outward nor betraying her. Within the moonlight she appeared ghostly almost innocent in his deep chocolate eyes. Her silken cream locks swaying around her for a positively romantic effect. Ribbons of silk adorned by flowers added a nice colorful feminine effect he showed great appreciation for.
"No dancer no matter novice or master should ever heed themselves into a drunken stupor of exhaustion" he spoke softly to her noting her sides were heaving quite heavily, "Rest now Brisi and drink deeply of the brook that gives us life".
Moving toward her now closer his shoulder touched upon her silently letting the Irish bred mare no he wasn't going anywhere. The night was still young as the moon still climbed to her central point. Even though the dance had come to a close he rather admired the softness of her coat as his shoulder brushed against hers. He knew she'd soon gather water letting it soothe the parchness aspiring within her dry throat. Many years he'd danced silently without his childhood sweetheart wondering if the dance would always soothe his wanderlust for something more.
Thinking upon his parents and children he remarked that even they had ventured away from the solitary dance letting their souls be free to express love. Looking upon the starlit sky in the heat of summer he wondered what was jostling within the Palomino's mind. Similar movements such as his own only made the stallion wonder just how that Irish mare thought about him on any level.
"Brisi" he murmured standing there, "Tell me what your mind is pondering at this very moment."
Takoda wc: 438
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