05-10-2023, 10:32 PM
Ethenia
it was an honest mistake
Ethenia draws a long, slow breath. There is something comforting in the crisp morning air that she cannot see with her eyes closed. She feels as if she could simply float away into the clouds, and imagines herself doing so. The tranquil daydream nearly pulls her into the cosmic swirl of true slumber; she feels herself slipping away, but there, just there, before she is lost entirely, comes the faintest whisper of a sound.
Another deer, she assumes before opening her eyes. The daydream dissolves and the brightness of the morning washes across her as she is once again thrust into this world, even if her mind feels a few steps behind. Ethenia turns to the visitor, the familiarity of antlers brings a startling realization that this is not, in fact, a deer approaching. Instead, a young mare. There is something far more decisive and certain in her than any deer Ethenia had encountered. She tenses, as if able to feel the silence linger between them. Another magician, she thinks, considering for a moment whether this may be the predatory kind.
“Hello,” she replies cautiously, “Who are you?” Although she does not feel fear, perhaps, there is a definitive note of uncertainty in her voice. What tricks could the deer-girl be concealing? Her eyes cannot help but drift to the branching of antlers again, suddenly feeling small and defenseless in this age of magic. But still, she does fear: the uncertainty is instead tempered with a slow curiosity. Surely, if harm was meant it would have been dealt by now. Besides, what use would she be against it?
Another deer, she assumes before opening her eyes. The daydream dissolves and the brightness of the morning washes across her as she is once again thrust into this world, even if her mind feels a few steps behind. Ethenia turns to the visitor, the familiarity of antlers brings a startling realization that this is not, in fact, a deer approaching. Instead, a young mare. There is something far more decisive and certain in her than any deer Ethenia had encountered. She tenses, as if able to feel the silence linger between them. Another magician, she thinks, considering for a moment whether this may be the predatory kind.
“Hello,” she replies cautiously, “Who are you?” Although she does not feel fear, perhaps, there is a definitive note of uncertainty in her voice. What tricks could the deer-girl be concealing? Her eyes cannot help but drift to the branching of antlers again, suddenly feeling small and defenseless in this age of magic. But still, she does fear: the uncertainty is instead tempered with a slow curiosity. Surely, if harm was meant it would have been dealt by now. Besides, what use would she be against it?
HORSERYDER.DEVIANTART.COM
@Istrid