Her mouth was stuffed full when she realized, too late, that she wasn’t alone. Her world of bright colors and fascinating strangers dissipated in an instant, replaced by that dark, fearful place where she was on the misfortunate receiving end of existence. She whirled to face the intruder of her imagination with a mix of revulsion and terror so potent that it was nauseating, dropping a wad of grass as she did. The surprised gasp that escaped her lips was soft, though not inaudible. Here she was, having walked
His voice was so thick, intoxicating. So powerful was her surprise at encountering another equine, despite the evidence of their recent presence all around her, that she barely understood his words for a moment. She simply stood looking at him, wide-eyed and agasp, struggling to slow the dizzying sensation in her head. It wasn’t until he began speaking a second time that she finally processed his first comment. She jerked her head awkwardly in agreement, breaking away her fixed gaze only long enough to feign interest in the vague grey canopy overhead. “Heh. Yea,” she chuckled awkwardly, detachedly observing within the confines of her mind that neither weather or time or existence were of any significance at the moment. She then blinked for the first time in a possible eternity, internally scrambling to recover some semblance of stability.
“I- I’m surprised-“ she had almost established a coherent thought when she caught the smile on his face, and her heart immediately escaped her taut chest and dove someplace far underneath her dainty hooves. Vaguely, she registered that this was an incredibly embarrassing thing for a heart to do, and was about to make an attempt to scold and recover the damned thing when her attention was drawn to the newcomer. So distracted was the little dreamer that she hadn’t even realized the naked mare was approaching, and the shock shone a light of clarity through the murkiness in her head. Even the allure of tracing the outlines of his lovely dapples was no match for the fascination with which this stranger was met, for she was the strangest creature Traton had ever seen. Immediately, she suppressed (with effort) the urge to reach out and touch the mare, to understand her curious skin. But this too would in turn be surpassed by the eyes she found looking back at her, fiery and strange, absolutely transfixing. These eyes terrified her, but in equal measure spoke of an inferno that the spotted mare was drawn to like a moth. Perhaps this was why, even after the new mare had spoken, the appaloosa simply stood blankly for a few seconds before she understood a word that had been spoken. “No, it’s- you’re- it’s fine,” she finally managed, taking an unconscious step back as if that would somehow ease the static.
And perhaps it was that small step, or enough time had finally passed for her to get somewhat of a grip on her own speech, but neither helped her remember to introduce herself properly. “What is this place?”
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