Trick Boards | Briny & Navjeev

The sun was shining today, as it was most every day, just the way the stallion liked it. While still young and teased that he wasn't quite stallion material yet, Navjeev took it with a grain of salt, brushing it off and moving on with his life, only focusing on any praise he may have. He had just finished running a few messages among the streets of the city, and it didn't look like anyone else had anything for him to do today. Soon he wanted to find a longer route to send him across the desert sands, but for today, he wanted to have a little fun. Racing up and down the steps of the city just were not enough for him, he needed action out under the sun.

His darker pelt tended to burn under the warming rays, so he didn't go out all the time, but he was tired of staying in the shade the last few days, and would risk a little burn for a little excitement. His teke flashed grey green, identical to his eyes, as he grabbed his board and raced along the steps to the lowest levels of the city and out to the sands. It wasn't long before he found a breeze that captured his sail and he sped off, whopping with joy as he adjusted his sail to get the fastest speed he could manage. Snaking across the sands, he did a few circles and figure eights, getting the feel for the winds today, and hoping that perhaps someone from the higher levels of the city were watching. He was a bit of a flirt and enjoyed the attention. Someone was guaranteed to be spellbound by him eventually. 

It wasn't long before he noticed a few disturbances in the sand. At the speed he was going, it was a wonder he noticed anything at all, but somehow he managed to have enough awareness to avoid obstacles and oddly enough notice strange occurrences. Slowing down, Navjeev made a turn to observe the sand marks. Getting closer, he couldn't help but chuckle, he knew those markings all too well, having made them many times in his past. A bit of nostalgia struck him as he remembered being a young colt with his first board out in the sands trying to master it all on his own. He still had that old board, a gift from his cousin Katarina, painted by 8 year old him to have racing stripes in red and blue. Looking at his current board, it was a far cry different. While he kept a few different sails on hand for different designs, this one he had commissioned an artist to paint a desert scene upon the fabric, blending in with the background but being a beautiful piece on all its own.

Shaking his head to stop being so distracted by his memories, his eyes scanned the horizon to find the horse who kept crashing. Sure enough, they weren't too far away, and he kicked his board back into motion once more to approach. Getting closer, he wasn't surprised to find someone much smaller than him, and from a distance, he assumed it was a younger filly. What did surprise him though was even from this distance, he noticed the shark like tail and fins. What was a hippocampus doing so far from a water source? Wasn't it uncomfortable out here under the sun?

Navjeev had never been a conversationalist, always on the go trying to do his next job. It didn't surprise him that checking his mental data banks brought him no information on the species. Being the flirt he was, he never tried to be rude, so decided to try to avoid too many questions or statements that may be offensive. Approaching, he could tell this this equine was older than him, opposite of his initial assessment, and he slowed down to not spray sand over the form laying in the dust. Coming to a stop, he stepped off his board, making sure to stand between her and the sun, preventing it from getting in her eyes as he shaded her. "Need a hoof?"