Timothy followed, head down in shame. Unlike Yithael, Timothy heaved a sigh, knowing this was just a terrible terrible first impression. No matter how much empathy and understanding the other had for him, requiring his help in finding Penelope was just terribly humiliating and pitiable. This was all his fault. Timothy had become rather frustrated being in these unfamiliar woods. Penelope had probably sensed his anxiety and bolted. Guh, he was so stupid. He opened his mouth to apologize again but hesitated when he heard Yithael’s nicker.
Eh, he’d save that for later. Instead of berating himself about being so illy prepared, he looked around for Penelope.
She was a brilliant, amber colored horse; you really couldn’t miss her. Penelope was beautiful, graceful and young; and she was Timothy’s only good friend at this time..
He peered around in search for the majestic horse when suddenly he heard the grass crunch near them. It certainly wasn’t Yithael’s footsteps; he had been watching as the other had proceeded ahead in a sluggish pace. The grass crunched again, and having a chance to listen more closely, he realized the sound was to the right of them. Timothy took another glance at the magician, then, went blatantly ahead and deserted him. Maybe that wasn’t such a good move considering his ineptness, but he felt he had to. He was almost sure Penelope was in this direction.
Moving a branch out of his way, he advanced further away from Yithael, listening closely for any more sounds that something may be near and heard a neigh. It was close as well, as if she was just a mere steps away. He smiled, knowing it just had to be her. What were the odds of running into a wild horse anyway?
He was in such concentration; he wouldn't have known if Yithael had followed after him or not.
Timothy took another step, not expecting to fall face first over a ditch. It was unexpected; the land had been flat up until the vicious ditch.
“Damn it,” Timothy growled, pulling himself off the ground. A bloody nose. What a joy it would be to greet Yithael looking more pitiful than he had before. He got to his feet, finding Penelope grazing on the grass as calm as a cucumber. Timothy stepped closer, greeting her with a smile and clutching his bleeding nose.
“There you are, Penny...” He smiled, reaching out to touch her forehead, a spot where she generally liked to be stroked. Her ears immediately perked up. flicking around excitedly. Not only this, he could feel her relax. He relaxed as well, more happy than worried about how things had ultimately gone wrong.
He felt refreshed. Moreover, finding her and his belongings put him more at ease.
“C’mon, girl. We've got to get going," He turned towards the direction he had came.