12-26-2020, 08:09 PM
Perhaps it was Alucarda’s fault for sneaking away so late in the day for it seemed that she would not be finding solitude within the bustling meadow despite her fervent wishes. It was not but a couple of minutes after the irritating mare had left that another had so quickly taken her place within the buckskin girl’s peripheral vision. She paused what silly playing she had been engaging in to give the newcomer her full attention.
The silence is what caught her attention first – along with a rather studious gaze.
She then noticed that the stranger looked to be about her age and a spark of interest struck within her. Alucarda hadn’t had much opportunity to meet others her age outside of the den. The other resident foals were empty-headed and naïve, and the buckskin girl didn’t have much use for them no matter what false platitudes the fairies gave her in regards to how she needed to make nice and forge friendships.
She didn’t need to rely on anybody else to get by so insincere friendships were not how she wanted to be spending her valuable time.
After a brief moment of quiet, thoughtful stares between the two girls, the stranger stepped closer to Alucarda and almost simultaneously foreign images began to flash through her mind like rapid-fire. Her usual attempt at keeping her thoughts off her face was ruined by the startled gasp that escaped her lips and the flash of surprise that swept across her pretty hazel eyes.
The familiar sight of the meadow – long grasses lazily swaying in the wind, the bubbling creek that cuts through the open land, the groups of equines scattered about the meadow. The feeling of dismissal and disinterest when looking at those same aforementioned groups. A familiar voice heard from afar and a growing curiosity settling within her mind.
The buckskin girl rapidly blinked a couple of times as the slideshow of memories finally released their grip upon her and left behind a lingering simple question of what at the forefront of her mind. Her hazel eyes regarded the other girl with some suspicion but the stranger hadn’t made any aggressive moves towards her – she only looked at her with great inquiry within her eyes. Perhaps this was a normal way for the other girl to communicate and Alucarda would simply have to adapt, something she was quite adept at doing.
Alucarda still hesitated in answering the other – for she never outwardly acknowledged that she would sometimes command others to do her bidding with just some simple words. She was well aware that the fairies would disapprove of her experimenting on the other resident foals, which meant she had to do her practicing elsewhere. But she didn’t put much effort in finding potential victims really, only those who tried to boss her around because they thought they knew what was best for her.
Alucarda wasn’t a threat unless provoked – a rattlesnake striking when the risk of being stepped on was too great to ignore.
“I was merely swatting a pesky mosquito away. Annoyances won’t leave unless you forcefully ask them to do so.”
Her hazel eyes met the other’s gaze determinedly, her initial surprise completely faded away and her features were back to her usual blasé façade. She had learned that to hide her emotions helped her to not stand out so much and it helped to throw others off. For if the other was busy scrambling then it was easier to strike her unsuspecting prey.
“Of course, mosquitos would do as I say if I were to also ask them nicely.”
The silence is what caught her attention first – along with a rather studious gaze.
She then noticed that the stranger looked to be about her age and a spark of interest struck within her. Alucarda hadn’t had much opportunity to meet others her age outside of the den. The other resident foals were empty-headed and naïve, and the buckskin girl didn’t have much use for them no matter what false platitudes the fairies gave her in regards to how she needed to make nice and forge friendships.
She didn’t need to rely on anybody else to get by so insincere friendships were not how she wanted to be spending her valuable time.
After a brief moment of quiet, thoughtful stares between the two girls, the stranger stepped closer to Alucarda and almost simultaneously foreign images began to flash through her mind like rapid-fire. Her usual attempt at keeping her thoughts off her face was ruined by the startled gasp that escaped her lips and the flash of surprise that swept across her pretty hazel eyes.
The familiar sight of the meadow – long grasses lazily swaying in the wind, the bubbling creek that cuts through the open land, the groups of equines scattered about the meadow. The feeling of dismissal and disinterest when looking at those same aforementioned groups. A familiar voice heard from afar and a growing curiosity settling within her mind.
The buckskin girl rapidly blinked a couple of times as the slideshow of memories finally released their grip upon her and left behind a lingering simple question of what at the forefront of her mind. Her hazel eyes regarded the other girl with some suspicion but the stranger hadn’t made any aggressive moves towards her – she only looked at her with great inquiry within her eyes. Perhaps this was a normal way for the other girl to communicate and Alucarda would simply have to adapt, something she was quite adept at doing.
Alucarda still hesitated in answering the other – for she never outwardly acknowledged that she would sometimes command others to do her bidding with just some simple words. She was well aware that the fairies would disapprove of her experimenting on the other resident foals, which meant she had to do her practicing elsewhere. But she didn’t put much effort in finding potential victims really, only those who tried to boss her around because they thought they knew what was best for her.
Alucarda wasn’t a threat unless provoked – a rattlesnake striking when the risk of being stepped on was too great to ignore.
“I was merely swatting a pesky mosquito away. Annoyances won’t leave unless you forcefully ask them to do so.”
Her hazel eyes met the other’s gaze determinedly, her initial surprise completely faded away and her features were back to her usual blasé façade. She had learned that to hide her emotions helped her to not stand out so much and it helped to throw others off. For if the other was busy scrambling then it was easier to strike her unsuspecting prey.
“Of course, mosquitos would do as I say if I were to also ask them nicely.”
alucarda
hypnotist daughter of Oberst and Worn
@[Aela]