[open] maybe love is a broken thing, any

[Trandafir]

Trandafir

   As she watched the stallion before her fade away her breath slowed. A shock fell over her as she realized the horse before her was too far to be saved. Her heartbeat rings in her ears and she backs away slowly. Before she had time to totally process what she had witnessed, something began to happen. Her eyes widened in shock and a slight fear settled in her stomach. The bloody white stallion was piecing himself back together. What in the world is he? Her mind races as she takes several more steps back. The growing nervous fear in her stomach was not enough to make her run. The strong curiosity and urge to make sure he was alright made her stay. When the stallion gasped for air Trandafir's large hooves couldn't resist stepping forward. 

  When the strangers eyes finally open she tilts her head. Her mind is trying to piece together what had just happened. He had been close to death, if not dead, and then he healed himself, and was breathing now, and opening his eyes. Her young mind didn't understand how all that could happen but she accepted that it had happened. And now the stranger looked terribly out of sorts, and she wanted to be sure he would be alright. When the stallion begins to stand she jerks her head back, still suspicious of the horse that had just come back to life. The strangers quiet and murmured words reach her ears and she stays silent. She had been very startled, and frightened and now worried. The stranger had such a strange presence. One she could not figure out. The strangeness of the encounter did not help her understand anything any better.

   Her racing heart is barely starting to slow, her mind is now struggling to find her next action. Trandafir stays still for several moments, her eyes studying the scars that had so miraculously appeared in the place of fatal injuries. Finally she lifts her head. Her blue eyes holding a mix of uncertainty, curiosity and worry. "Its all right now that I see that you," she hesitates, "you're not dead." Her voice is quiet and sincere. While she had been quite shocked, the stallion had had it worse and her mind was more on the stranger's condition than her own. "But, what-what happens now?" she questions slowly. "I mean, are you really all right?" Her voice curious but still holds a hint of worry. The chestnut's mind still hasn't quite wrapped around the whole dying and coming back to life event she had witnessed. "You still don't look too good." she remarks, her voice barely a whisper. The white stallion looked terribly weak and probable to fall over at any moment. 

@Selaphiel