11-11-2015, 09:17 PM
She is wild, like a weed. The world is her oyster, and she is intent on discovering it. She will leave no stone unturned, no corner unexplored. Her parents fret and fuss over her and her well-being, but being the child that she is, she pays them no mind. Surely she was born with a gypsies soul, for what else would give her such a yearning for wandering? She is still a fawn-like thing, all too long legs and large liquid eyes. Like a deer she is in a constant state of motion, for even when she is finally still the quiver of her nostrils will betray her. Perhaps she shouldn’t be out on her own, not at this age…but she isn’t one to give to social conventions. She would much rather make the rules as she goes along and bend the ones already in place. Though she was born a princess, she was a gypsy at heart.
Mama should have known better than to nap. It doesn’t take her long to take advantage of her mothers exhaustion, and she slips off unnoticed into the forest. Though she has no destination in mind her feet clearly do. The fact that night has fallen does not deter her; to the contrary, she comes alive beneath the star shine. Shadows dance at her feet and she snorts, more playful than scared. The world has shown her nothing to be scared of, so its not a feeling she’s familiar with. It is in the midst of her play that she nearly bumps into someone else. A plain bay mare, resting against the rough bark of a sturdy-looking tree. Topsail does not notice that her brain starts to feel fuzzy, and if she does notice she pays it not mind. “I’m sorry…” she thinks, looking into the eyes of the mare. Being somewhat unsure of her ability, the grulla filly says nothing more, giving the other a chance to get the message. Unfortunately she hadn’t practiced much on anyone other than mama and father. Again the air feels static and Topsail can’t help but give the mare a wary glance.
Mama should have known better than to nap. It doesn’t take her long to take advantage of her mothers exhaustion, and she slips off unnoticed into the forest. Though she has no destination in mind her feet clearly do. The fact that night has fallen does not deter her; to the contrary, she comes alive beneath the star shine. Shadows dance at her feet and she snorts, more playful than scared. The world has shown her nothing to be scared of, so its not a feeling she’s familiar with. It is in the midst of her play that she nearly bumps into someone else. A plain bay mare, resting against the rough bark of a sturdy-looking tree. Topsail does not notice that her brain starts to feel fuzzy, and if she does notice she pays it not mind. “I’m sorry…” she thinks, looking into the eyes of the mare. Being somewhat unsure of her ability, the grulla filly says nothing more, giving the other a chance to get the message. Unfortunately she hadn’t practiced much on anyone other than mama and father. Again the air feels static and Topsail can’t help but give the mare a wary glance.