"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Fiorina does not play coy as soon as she notices the stranger grow closer - her hunter’s gaze snaps to the silver dapple form immediately. She understands the caution and it causes no regret or heartache in her. She is a creature born in blood, after all, and even if she were to plaster on a dazzling smile it would not alter a physique clearly made for killing. Once they become acquainted, perhaps, Fiorina can pass on the information that she has not feasted on the flesh of other horses.
Quite unlike the rest of her family.
Although it’s instinctual to say something to someone that approaches, the silence from the white-faced mare is, in an odd way, quite funny so Fiorina says nothing. There’s a feral sort of glint in her eye when she turns her attention to the mare, though, forgetting for a moment that she had been hoping someone would approach so she could ask some of the ridiculous questions in her mind. Right now she just blinks and smiles, her spined head tilting slightly to the side - her favourite impression of a curious puppy (if puppies had knives on their tails).
For a moment, she does flick her eyes up to the stubs of ears - and wonders if the tips had been tasty for whoever had snatched them away.
It’s easy for her to believe she’d be interesting to watch, and she’s in no hurry to interrupt the moment because she finds the dappled mare interesting to look at as well - as her black eyes blatantly wander from head to hoof. Besides, she now wants to see how long they can just stand here staring at each other.
At least, though, Fiorina does her best to maintain a non-threatening pose. Her prehensile tail is limp and lays upon the ground and her manner is relaxed as the silence stretches on for another few moments at least.
