in a mad world, only the mad are sane
She was intrigued. The horse before her had spoken only a word. She was enraptured. Maybe that was too strong of a word but as Tirzah stood there was no other word that fit. He was kindred in a way. She had never met another that was in any way like her that seemed to understand. The likelihood that the elegant chestnut had made the whole thing up in her mind was as likely as not. She had made many a thing up over her life in an attempt to fill the empty spaces where everything was missing. Tirzah stood searched the stranger whom she was so sure of in mere moments time for a sign she was wrong. Instead the his black as night frame some more words, more reassurance he was more like her than not.
The mystery stallion sent out darkness, it was confusing at first before the broken minded mare realized it was simply shadow. He sent it around her and him, it cradled her in its cool touch and she was truly grateful. It was second nature the sigh that escaped her a sign of her instant comfort. The weaving slowed to more a slow shift of weight, and her breather was much steadier. Tirzah’s hooves carried her towards the mystery shadow giver. She was emboldened by shadow- less jumpy. Carefully she stopped a pace away from his shoulder, facing him at an angle, so she could reach out and touch his shoulder. Nothing about her movements were threatening she was more a scared child who just wanted show a token of gratitude. Reddish muzzle reached out cautiously to his shoulder. She felt the need to flinch at the moment she would contact him but tried to stifle it. She then quickly retreated her nose, not comfortable with lingering contact. He voice fell soft, ”Name? Does the shadow giver have a name? Shadow is lovely… lovely gift”
She looks away with the compliment, her awkwardness is something the mare dislikes about her self, but none the less she has had so little contact with others it would e no surprise. She wanted to desperately to be able to have more, but she doubted anyone would give her the time she needed to learn control. Again his voice fell. Home? Valley? He would guide her? She looked away. No. She couldn’t, she would hurt others. She would put this home at risk. Tirzah lowered her head, ”It sounds perfect, I could hurt others. The blackness….there is always so much blood. But I would like to see it….” Tirzah’s words fall off and she just looks up at him, which her reddish head is still lowered. She didn’t need him to make up her mind, but she needed him to be aware of the risk. If she fell into blackness she knew not what she would do, as she had no knowledge of those times when she awoke. The only thing she did know was the blood.
tirzah
ooc: meh.... but it had sat stagnant long enough. you can reply in valley if it is fitting for you.