08-09-2019, 07:10 AM
Ilma
One night I will be the moon
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
The mare is well-trained, some would say. Too well-trained if one asks her; only recently did she decide that she needs something different. Different what, different how, that is something she couldn’t say.
Nevertheless she has skilled herself in social behaviour. As such she had decided not to approach someone who just arrived and honestly hadn’t looked like he wanted to talk right away. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak - she might have been tempted long ago to trail him where he went, if he left, but now she has learned a little too well that such things can go unappreciated. That some don’t want to be involved with others at all.
Hello. He surprises her, and her eyes flicker back up to meet his once more. She blinks, but it seems that since he doesn’t look like he’s talking to anyone else, this is really an attempt at conversation.
Her face schooled quickly, the white mare nods to him as she raises her head. She takes the few steps it takes her to cross the distance from awkward talking into a more casual conversation, before she speaks to him. ”Can I help you?” She doesn’t ask how he is, knowing the answer will either be evasive or something she might not want to hear about just yet. She promised herself no politics, no drama - her curiosity can’t ever be sated, but she wants to focus on other horses instead.
As long as it doesn’t involve herself, she can still ask around and help others.
Nevertheless she has skilled herself in social behaviour. As such she had decided not to approach someone who just arrived and honestly hadn’t looked like he wanted to talk right away. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak - she might have been tempted long ago to trail him where he went, if he left, but now she has learned a little too well that such things can go unappreciated. That some don’t want to be involved with others at all.
Hello. He surprises her, and her eyes flicker back up to meet his once more. She blinks, but it seems that since he doesn’t look like he’s talking to anyone else, this is really an attempt at conversation.
Her face schooled quickly, the white mare nods to him as she raises her head. She takes the few steps it takes her to cross the distance from awkward talking into a more casual conversation, before she speaks to him. ”Can I help you?” She doesn’t ask how he is, knowing the answer will either be evasive or something she might not want to hear about just yet. She promised herself no politics, no drama - her curiosity can’t ever be sated, but she wants to focus on other horses instead.
As long as it doesn’t involve herself, she can still ask around and help others.
Hurry, the sun is waking
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time