Date Posted:14:42:30 05/17/01 Thu Author: Aphrodite Subject: ~*~Stops~*~ In reply to:
Khemosabi
's message, "The keen horse walked by a fruit vender" on 12:45:10 05/17/01 Thu
Her horse's ears prick as she catches whiff of another horse. She soothes Shanai, her brow knitted as she tries to figure out the situation. Hearing the vendor yell at the horse, she squeezes Shanai into a trot. Khemosabi was heading directly towards them, but could veer off at any time. She made sure Shanai was on her toes as the horse neared. Reaching out with a long, slender hand, she expertly grabs the horse by the mane, and slips off onto his back. Her legs stick against his back like glue, and she prepares herself for the wild bucking that always ensued. As Shanai was trained, she trots carelessly after her owner, patiently waiting.
She pricks her ears neatly as she smells the stallion. All thought of food and drink was gone, as her hindquarters danced sideways, showing Aphrodite she was excited. Surprised by Aphrodite's sudden command to quicken the pace, she obediently did as told, and then realized what was happening. Back in Mecca, Aphrodite's brother had worked with horses, and one of her jobs as a teenager was to get the 'kinks' out of the wild Arabians he'd find in the desert, usually deserted and abused. He'd nurse them back to health, then train them. Occasionally, some would die, and she shared the sadness with Aphrodite. She feels the air rush past, and Aphrodite's small weight lift from her back, and she immediately twists around and begins to follow, waiting until Aphrodite was done her job.
