04-14-2020, 04:53 PM
Silver ears flicked at the sound of a mare significantly closer than she first expected. Even with eyes adjusted to the dark, it took her longer than she would have liked to make out her companion. Shapes and shadows, a reflection of the constellations wheeling above their heads. She took two cautious steps closer intrigued and somewhat comforted. There was a sense of familiarity that soothed her. When she could look up at the stars that guided her and saw them scattered along the ground before her how bad could things be? The sky mare's tone was sad and sweet, the beauty in soft, quiet things. It drew her in and left her buoyed. She felt safe.
That is shattered in an instant. The second voice calling out of the dark is low and kind. Warm and motherly, but also so sudden. Arantha feels herself jump as she's startled. Not that she's normally well composed anyway. There was a reason she stuck to the trees.
Loud noises terrified her, sometimes the crowds of people in more comfortable regions made her skin crawl and tingle. Just the press of politics and everything just a little too fast made her feel to the safety of the trees time and time again. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social. That she enjoyed having no friends or family aside from a flighty mom that couldn't take things seriously. She yearned for ties to anything, anyone, but felt little more than a ghost that disappeared when the lights came on.
She counts to ten and forces herself to stay. The urge to flee, to shift, to run far and fast, faded slowly. Shivering slightly as the cool air hit damp skin she responds.
"I apologize... I didn't see you there." Not that the chestnut was hard to miss now that she looked. She listened to the sound of the first mare's voice as she replied and felt that sense of comfort once more.
"I came seeking greener pasture's." Her voice is soft and hushed, still embarassed from her episode earlier, "It's a nice night." She stumbles over her words, mumbled and awkward. Why, oh why, was she like this?
That is shattered in an instant. The second voice calling out of the dark is low and kind. Warm and motherly, but also so sudden. Arantha feels herself jump as she's startled. Not that she's normally well composed anyway. There was a reason she stuck to the trees.
Loud noises terrified her, sometimes the crowds of people in more comfortable regions made her skin crawl and tingle. Just the press of politics and everything just a little too fast made her feel to the safety of the trees time and time again. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social. That she enjoyed having no friends or family aside from a flighty mom that couldn't take things seriously. She yearned for ties to anything, anyone, but felt little more than a ghost that disappeared when the lights came on.
She counts to ten and forces herself to stay. The urge to flee, to shift, to run far and fast, faded slowly. Shivering slightly as the cool air hit damp skin she responds.
"I apologize... I didn't see you there." Not that the chestnut was hard to miss now that she looked. She listened to the sound of the first mare's voice as she replied and felt that sense of comfort once more.
"I came seeking greener pasture's." Her voice is soft and hushed, still embarassed from her episode earlier, "It's a nice night." She stumbles over her words, mumbled and awkward. Why, oh why, was she like this?