AlmostTooQuiet

The sun is high in the sky, warm on the land. Nimbus has been gone entirely too long for the likes of Hestia and Swaine. The two foals could not recall if he had left this morning or yesterday, but time is not something they are keen on, and they are too nosey to let him be any longer. "I think he went this way, into the thicket," Swaine gestured vaguely toward a gap in the bushes. "Are you suuure?" Raising an eyebrow at Swaine's generality, Hestia retorted, "Well, I think he went this way. I can smell him," she said amidst a comically large sniff. The colt was unsatisfied with her feigned confidence. "Well, I'm going this way, and I'm DEFINITELY going to find him!" Like a deer, he flagged his tail and huffed away, leaving Hestia behind. The sole filly turned down her own decided path, away from her temporary rival, to find Nimbus. She yelled after him, into the wind, "I can not wait to see the look on your face when I win!" ----- The sun was past the beginning of setting, the