09-29-2015, 09:59 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
Finally the small mare begins to relax. The pewter stallion notes her stiffness seems to largely dissipate, her icy features becoming slightly more open, more friendly. He smiles brightly at her, glad that she seems less inclined to hold another bastard’s infractions over him. He is not used to being seen as the bad guy. Charming, silly, humorous – these are things he has been called before, many times. His own mother, who had been well known for her fearsome temper, could never stay mad it him for more than about ten seconds. He had somehow always managed to charm his way back into her good graces. She is likely the reason he had learned to be charming and funny in the first place. He’d needed it to win her favor. And she had needed it just as much. She had always been far too serious (well, volatile, more like). She had needed someone to around to tease her, to lighten her mood when she got a little too intense.
The thought of his mother causes a pang of grief to well. It comes at the strangest times, the heartache and pain of his parents’ death. Even now, months later, he feels their loss as keenly as he had when first he had found out. He has to blink back tears before he can continue their conversation, hoping she had not noticed his sudden relapse into grief.
Clearing his throat, he continues, answering her questions.
Well, see, that’s a quite a funny story. I actually live in the Deserts. It’s really quite warm there. A bit sandy, but beautiful, and the oasis is heavenly. Unfortunately it’s a little empty at the moment. So I thought it would be just a dandy idea to head out here, into the snow and cold, hoping beyond hope that I’d stumble into someone fun to talk to.
He grins, resisting the urge to reach out and nudge her shoulder in a teasing manner. He is generally a tactile horse, but he doesn’t wish to push her newly emerging trust too far.
It’s quite lucky I’ve run into you, or I would have certainly been doomed to a cold and lonely walk before I finally gave up and headed home.
He pauses a moment, considering her before continuing.
If you’d like, you could accompany me there, check things out. I can also guarantee that it is infinitely warmer there than it is here.
The thought of his mother causes a pang of grief to well. It comes at the strangest times, the heartache and pain of his parents’ death. Even now, months later, he feels their loss as keenly as he had when first he had found out. He has to blink back tears before he can continue their conversation, hoping she had not noticed his sudden relapse into grief.
Clearing his throat, he continues, answering her questions.
Well, see, that’s a quite a funny story. I actually live in the Deserts. It’s really quite warm there. A bit sandy, but beautiful, and the oasis is heavenly. Unfortunately it’s a little empty at the moment. So I thought it would be just a dandy idea to head out here, into the snow and cold, hoping beyond hope that I’d stumble into someone fun to talk to.
He grins, resisting the urge to reach out and nudge her shoulder in a teasing manner. He is generally a tactile horse, but he doesn’t wish to push her newly emerging trust too far.
It’s quite lucky I’ve run into you, or I would have certainly been doomed to a cold and lonely walk before I finally gave up and headed home.
He pauses a moment, considering her before continuing.
If you’d like, you could accompany me there, check things out. I can also guarantee that it is infinitely warmer there than it is here.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch