02-10-2021, 07:47 PM
It's his voice that brings me back to what I'd been doing. Following a stranger, wondering what he was doing in my neck of the woods. It was easy to be distracted though, and I'd been rearranging the fox ribs knotted into my tail when his gruff question reclaims my attention.
I glance upwards, halfway annoyed that my task was only part done, and he'd interrupted me. But I guess I'd interrupted him too, in a way. My eyes, the same crystal blue as all my mother's daughters get, blink up at him absently whilei formulate a response. Mother says I'm slow. Stupid. But I only take so long answering because I can't risk saying the wrong things. Impulse doesn't get you far in these woods, not when everyone here is so calculating. Unless you're my mother, of course.
He's a little older than me, I think. Bigger, anyway, but that's not saying much. I nod once, trying hard to make out the details of his face and failing mostly. "We don't have strangers here." I say at last, and it's more or less true. These woods seem to be avoided by most horses, and I can't pretend to be surprised. Not when I know intimately the kind of creatures that call it home.
So he is unique. Of interest, because of that. I tip my head, a gesture unwittingly borrowed from my mother, and wonder what he's doing here. It's not a nice place to visit. Not even before the sun went out.
His next words turn my wondering into wariness. I can't see his expression very well, but the tone I recognize as something dangerous. Should I have stayed in my safe burrow? Probably. Almost definitely. But it's too late to dig myself in again without giving it away, so I pull myself together and simply shrug.
"They meet rude boys?" I ask, with as much sarcasm as I can to disguise the worry underneath. Silently I scold myself. I know better than to antagonize trouble, I really do. It only ever brings trouble. I don't know what else to do though, when there's no where to run to.
@[Narcisus]
I glance upwards, halfway annoyed that my task was only part done, and he'd interrupted me. But I guess I'd interrupted him too, in a way. My eyes, the same crystal blue as all my mother's daughters get, blink up at him absently whilei formulate a response. Mother says I'm slow. Stupid. But I only take so long answering because I can't risk saying the wrong things. Impulse doesn't get you far in these woods, not when everyone here is so calculating. Unless you're my mother, of course.
He's a little older than me, I think. Bigger, anyway, but that's not saying much. I nod once, trying hard to make out the details of his face and failing mostly. "We don't have strangers here." I say at last, and it's more or less true. These woods seem to be avoided by most horses, and I can't pretend to be surprised. Not when I know intimately the kind of creatures that call it home.
So he is unique. Of interest, because of that. I tip my head, a gesture unwittingly borrowed from my mother, and wonder what he's doing here. It's not a nice place to visit. Not even before the sun went out.
His next words turn my wondering into wariness. I can't see his expression very well, but the tone I recognize as something dangerous. Should I have stayed in my safe burrow? Probably. Almost definitely. But it's too late to dig myself in again without giving it away, so I pull myself together and simply shrug.
"They meet rude boys?" I ask, with as much sarcasm as I can to disguise the worry underneath. Silently I scold myself. I know better than to antagonize trouble, I really do. It only ever brings trouble. I don't know what else to do though, when there's no where to run to.
@[Narcisus]