Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Ama watched the boy in her peripheral vision, saw the gleam of him reflect on the water glossed stone. In her strange blue eyes, he was more green than gold, but pretty nonetheless. More importantly though, he needed the solitude as well.
Her smile was a vague thing as he approached to pass, distracted from the knowledge that she ought to return his greeting by the increasing confusion rolling from him. The smile turned into a perplexed frown as he stumbled and recovered before her. "Do you want me to leave?" She asked softly, expecting the affirmative.
Even if they didn't say it, she was learning that others found her offputting. If not by her otherworldly eyes, then by her too accurate reactions to their unspoken feelings. It was easy to assume that someone felt one way or another about you. The little black filly didn't have to guess.
She couldn't hold it against them, though.
Her weight shifted, preparation for the trek back up the cliffside trail, the wind catching at her vivid mane and tail. "It's okay," she commented, blinking at the glowing colt. "Everyone stumbles sometimes. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." The uncomfortably warm sensation seeped through her, making her own gut twist.
She looked away, wishing he'd get over the feeling quickly. It was never a pleasant thing to feel, especially not second hand. And it wasn't like he'd actually some anything worth the feeling.
...Amarine
@[Yanhua]