11-11-2015, 02:46 AM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
The first thing she notices, besides the gold, is utter confusion on his face when she walks up to him. She pauses, cocking her head to the side and looking at him quizzically. She hadn’t said anything all that complicated, had she?
He opens his mouth and gives a name, his voice odd to her ear. There’s almost something … thick, about it. Like he’s got a mouthful of something and is trying to speak through it. “You sound funny.” She says it without thinking, then winces. Probably not the most polite thing to say. Oh well.
She sighs and gives her name again when he asks for it. “Lexa.” Is he stupid? How on earth had he managed to miss that?
He completely ignores her question too, reaching forward and lipping at the band of gold around the top of her hoof. “Hey!” Lexa takes a step back, instantly uncomfortable. He’s giving her a questioning look, clearly curious about the gold. Lexa huffs, a little annoyed. She’s not particularly fond of repeating herself - it’s something she has to do for her mother at times when the mare gets distracted. And Rucker clearly doesn’t have any idea of personal boundaries. “I don’t know where I got it. It showed up after I was born. What about yours?”
She takes a quick glance around, trying to see if there are any other foals in the playground - this boy appears to be a bust. But they seem to be the only horses here today. She glances back at the boy and sighs. She might as well stick around for now. She’d like to find out where the heck he got the gold from anyway. And it’s not like there’s many other horses to talk to back home. Except for her mother of course, and she is precisely the reason she’s here. “Where are you from? I’m from the Jungle.” She suddenly notices how weirdly still his ears are. A bird trills in a nearby tree and while her ears move instinctively towards the source of the noise, his remain forward, focused on her. Creepy.
He opens his mouth and gives a name, his voice odd to her ear. There’s almost something … thick, about it. Like he’s got a mouthful of something and is trying to speak through it. “You sound funny.” She says it without thinking, then winces. Probably not the most polite thing to say. Oh well.
She sighs and gives her name again when he asks for it. “Lexa.” Is he stupid? How on earth had he managed to miss that?
He completely ignores her question too, reaching forward and lipping at the band of gold around the top of her hoof. “Hey!” Lexa takes a step back, instantly uncomfortable. He’s giving her a questioning look, clearly curious about the gold. Lexa huffs, a little annoyed. She’s not particularly fond of repeating herself - it’s something she has to do for her mother at times when the mare gets distracted. And Rucker clearly doesn’t have any idea of personal boundaries. “I don’t know where I got it. It showed up after I was born. What about yours?”
She takes a quick glance around, trying to see if there are any other foals in the playground - this boy appears to be a bust. But they seem to be the only horses here today. She glances back at the boy and sighs. She might as well stick around for now. She’d like to find out where the heck he got the gold from anyway. And it’s not like there’s many other horses to talk to back home. Except for her mother of course, and she is precisely the reason she’s here. “Where are you from? I’m from the Jungle.” She suddenly notices how weirdly still his ears are. A bird trills in a nearby tree and while her ears move instinctively towards the source of the noise, his remain forward, focused on her. Creepy.
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