Ea
08-27-2015, 11:40 AM
He seems older, now.
Of course, they are both older than when they met as weanlings, but somehow Ea feels as though she has not aged in those four years. She has and always will be the same: calculating and reserved, if not a bit cold. It is, perhaps, a tired description of the fire-girl – she is growing and changing, just like everyone else, new facets of her personality continuously being revealed, but she is essentially the same. She certainly looks older – becoming of breeding-age has filled out her body and though she never truly went through an awkward growth stage, she looks physically more like an adult.
It should have startled her, the way Ramiel looks – faded, ghostly – but it has been a while since another horse has alarmed her and she is no longer so easily impressed. He seems solid, at first; not physically, of course, but his presence is strong and a bit defensive before he recognizes her and softens and smiles. It hadn’t occurred to her to be mindful of the Dale’s border – she was important, and she feels this place should have been hers, truthfully, but she holds no resentment toward Ramiel.
She smiles back at him – a warm, but forced smile. Ea can play the part of the quiet, sweet girl, but it doesn’t come naturally, and she hopes Ramiel doesn’t notice. She does like him, or what she remembers of him – the quiet boy, loving and protective of his sister.
He speaks to her and when he finishes, she touches him gently on his shoulder with her nose. A stiff gesture of familiarity. “I’d like to stay, if you’ll have me,” she says, adding softly, “it’s good to see you again, Ramiel.”
Of course, they are both older than when they met as weanlings, but somehow Ea feels as though she has not aged in those four years. She has and always will be the same: calculating and reserved, if not a bit cold. It is, perhaps, a tired description of the fire-girl – she is growing and changing, just like everyone else, new facets of her personality continuously being revealed, but she is essentially the same. She certainly looks older – becoming of breeding-age has filled out her body and though she never truly went through an awkward growth stage, she looks physically more like an adult.
It should have startled her, the way Ramiel looks – faded, ghostly – but it has been a while since another horse has alarmed her and she is no longer so easily impressed. He seems solid, at first; not physically, of course, but his presence is strong and a bit defensive before he recognizes her and softens and smiles. It hadn’t occurred to her to be mindful of the Dale’s border – she was important, and she feels this place should have been hers, truthfully, but she holds no resentment toward Ramiel.
She smiles back at him – a warm, but forced smile. Ea can play the part of the quiet, sweet girl, but it doesn’t come naturally, and she hopes Ramiel doesn’t notice. She does like him, or what she remembers of him – the quiet boy, loving and protective of his sister.
He speaks to her and when he finishes, she touches him gently on his shoulder with her nose. A stiff gesture of familiarity. “I’d like to stay, if you’ll have me,” she says, adding softly, “it’s good to see you again, Ramiel.”