everything I let go
Another team passed by – so efficient and smooth that it would likely put other groups to shame. Regardless, Erebos hollered for them just the same, hands cupped around his mouth as his little voice echoed around their small space. Only when they’d gone by and finished their lap did he sit back down and finally realized what his father had said. “The pony?!” his head snapped back to stare at the available steeds – eyes resting firmly on the one he’d been dreading. Once black but now mottled with gray, this particular equine was about three feet into the grave and seemed to exist simply out of spite. “Aww, c’mon, not Sparkles,” he grumbled, not above whining, nose wrinkling a little while he mulled it over.
Pouting only for an instant more, because Nina seemed perplexed by the sport, he grinned, eager to explain. “Are you sure? I bet you’d have fun.” Pointing towards the next group of individuals, he went through the entire montage. “The rider and the skier have to both get a set of rings, but the rider can’t lose the skier, oop, see?” as they did just that, over the first jump, flattening out and the rope becoming just a dangling object as the horse thundered along. No one seemed worse for the wear though, already sliding off to the side for another daring pair. “And the fastest time too.” Lots to consider.
But then Amhran was strolling up, and the youth’s grin went impossibly wider. The Raeling would definitely help. “Okay!” acceptance keener once the notions were tossed over in his mind for a singular second. Launching off the box, he waved to Nina before joining Amhran, ignoring his father’s low snort as he already started heading towards the horses. “Have you ever skied before? We should go practice!”
Pouting only for an instant more, because Nina seemed perplexed by the sport, he grinned, eager to explain. “Are you sure? I bet you’d have fun.” Pointing towards the next group of individuals, he went through the entire montage. “The rider and the skier have to both get a set of rings, but the rider can’t lose the skier, oop, see?” as they did just that, over the first jump, flattening out and the rope becoming just a dangling object as the horse thundered along. No one seemed worse for the wear though, already sliding off to the side for another daring pair. “And the fastest time too.” Lots to consider.
But then Amhran was strolling up, and the youth’s grin went impossibly wider. The Raeling would definitely help. “Okay!” acceptance keener once the notions were tossed over in his mind for a singular second. Launching off the box, he waved to Nina before joining Amhran, ignoring his father’s low snort as he already started heading towards the horses. “Have you ever skied before? We should go practice!”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
