02-19-2020, 04:50 PM
The reserves of her patience were becoming dangerously close to depletion, teetering between the point of annoying irritability and outright infuriation. Whoever they were, they were taking much too long for her taste, each second slipping by with as much pain as a sharp stone stuck in the hoof - worsening with every step that was taken. Part of her had half a mind to sigh and about-face, only allowing them the pleasure of a glimpse of her lovely white arse as she made off with what little was left of her sanity. But just as she had chastised her cloaked admirer for their curiosity, it was her own that kept her planted where she stood waiting.
A cautious Mom? comes from the side, and the lovely, indifferent gaze she once held is dropped in favor of a scowl etched terribly with contempt. Her? A mother? She wastes little time in turning towards him, spanning the distance to where he stood within a few long strides. The leopard mare spares quick lookover, noting his golden spots and eyes bright as bright as spring, but no recognition stirs within her, and she huffs softly as she settles disappointedly in front of him.
“I’m not from around here,” the ragged mare says finally. Not a lie, but not the truth either. Aside from Arthas, there were none she trusted well enough to go against what he had told her - it was all she had, the only thing she had, and she’d not lose that trust yet. “My name is Roz,” Breckin’s dark eyes are cool and distant when they rise to catch his again, “And I am no mother.”
@[Aodhan]
A cautious Mom? comes from the side, and the lovely, indifferent gaze she once held is dropped in favor of a scowl etched terribly with contempt. Her? A mother? She wastes little time in turning towards him, spanning the distance to where he stood within a few long strides. The leopard mare spares quick lookover, noting his golden spots and eyes bright as bright as spring, but no recognition stirs within her, and she huffs softly as she settles disappointedly in front of him.
“I’m not from around here,” the ragged mare says finally. Not a lie, but not the truth either. Aside from Arthas, there were none she trusted well enough to go against what he had told her - it was all she had, the only thing she had, and she’d not lose that trust yet. “My name is Roz,” Breckin’s dark eyes are cool and distant when they rise to catch his again, “And I am no mother.”
@[Aodhan]
