10-10-2015, 12:39 PM
These were indeed strange lands. The roam mare never had a stud come up to her and start making conversation, especially in a neutral zone that no herd had claimed. She was use to stealing and force claiming. If an equine lived in her homelands they had to fight for what they wanted. Other horses, lands, or honor, it didn't matter. That was how it happened where she was from. She eyed the stallion waiting for him to make a move. But it didn't seem like he was going to.
Then Zylan heard movement in the distance. Her first thought was an ambush, that the stallion was not alone. She squinted her eyes to get a better view of the darkness around her. The muscles under her skin were tensed, ready to attack. The rustling of the grass came closer and closer until a mare appeared out of the dark. Zylan's gaze shifted from the mare to Texas and back again, but she didn't move. The mare's posture seemed at easy and that made Zylan relax a little bit.
When the mystery mare started to talk it was with an accent. Her name was Yael. The blue roan mare had never come across many foreigners in her life. Actually only one, in her old herd. She wondered who was the foreigner, Texas or Yael. They both had very different accents, and since she had never been in these strange lands before, it was hard to tell. The other horse, in her old herd, didn't sound like either of these horses standing in front of her. His voice was rough at all times with a slight drawl.
It was no surprised that the mare and stallion standing before her wanted to know why she was in these lands. Clearly she wasn't from here and they knew that she wasn't. Why would she be in a neutral ground if she was? Yael's voice intrigued her. She had never heard an accent quite like it, and Zylan found that she wanted the mare to keep talking. It was her turn now, though. She had never had a way with words or wanted to speak a lot. "My old herd...broke up, so I just wandered to the first new lands I could find." Her voice was smooth and calm, not in a rush to get the words out. She hesitated in talking about her old herd. How could she start such a conversation with horses who may not understand what she did? She realized she had no idea why they were here either. "What brings you two here?"
Then Zylan heard movement in the distance. Her first thought was an ambush, that the stallion was not alone. She squinted her eyes to get a better view of the darkness around her. The muscles under her skin were tensed, ready to attack. The rustling of the grass came closer and closer until a mare appeared out of the dark. Zylan's gaze shifted from the mare to Texas and back again, but she didn't move. The mare's posture seemed at easy and that made Zylan relax a little bit.
When the mystery mare started to talk it was with an accent. Her name was Yael. The blue roan mare had never come across many foreigners in her life. Actually only one, in her old herd. She wondered who was the foreigner, Texas or Yael. They both had very different accents, and since she had never been in these strange lands before, it was hard to tell. The other horse, in her old herd, didn't sound like either of these horses standing in front of her. His voice was rough at all times with a slight drawl.
It was no surprised that the mare and stallion standing before her wanted to know why she was in these lands. Clearly she wasn't from here and they knew that she wasn't. Why would she be in a neutral ground if she was? Yael's voice intrigued her. She had never heard an accent quite like it, and Zylan found that she wanted the mare to keep talking. It was her turn now, though. She had never had a way with words or wanted to speak a lot. "My old herd...broke up, so I just wandered to the first new lands I could find." Her voice was smooth and calm, not in a rush to get the words out. She hesitated in talking about her old herd. How could she start such a conversation with horses who may not understand what she did? She realized she had no idea why they were here either. "What brings you two here?"