Elektra nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the rustling in the trees. “This is it.” She thought to herself. “I’m going to die.” She held her breath, momentarily too frozen to consider defending herself. Luckily, the shape that appeared through the trees wasn’t a deadly predatory. It wasn’t even a scary non predator…it was a little girl. The bay mare let out a whooshing breath.
“Geez kid! You scared the crap out of me.” She leaned her head dramatically against a tree until her breath was even again. Then she looked the child up and down as Elektra listened to her speak. Was it embarrassing, that she nearly wet herself when the kid looked perfectly calm? Elektra scowled. Yes, yes it was. With a determined glint she squared her shoulders.
“Right. Of course, snakes are scared by loud noises.” That, was perhaps, not the best thing to tell Elektra. On a quiet day she held the vocal power of a fog horn. If she was trying to make noise that went up to more of a sonic boom. The next time she spoke, her voice was indeed, louder than it needed to be. Her boomed words bounced ominously off the trees.
“Sette, huh? Well okay, I’m Elektra.” She looked around questioningly, then brightened as if she just had a great idea.
“Say, kid! Do you know where we are? Could you take me to see your mother? Or anywhere that’s…not here?” Elektra didn’t really care where they went, so long as they didn’t stand around here until something worse than the snakes came along. She would need to come to terms with the fact that she was no longer the scariest predatory around.
OOC: I'm impressed! I still struggle to write coherent texts on my phone
