01-31-2016, 02:47 AM
Raxa was momentarily taken aback by Djinni's surprised exclamation; the chestnut finally seemed to realize that the brindled mare was new and didn't know where anything was, so she obviously needed an explanation. Raxa's head went up, eyes widening a bit to expose her pure white sclera before she calmed as Djinni began to explain what she knew of this land.
With each motion of her nose, Raxa followed with her gaze, memorizing the vague directions that each area of the land, like the Common Grounds, the Tundra, the Bachelor Kingdom, and the Amazons were. Raxa also took note of what Djinni had to say about what a kingdom was, how the herd was made up and such, making sure to memorize that information should she eventually journey to the opposite kingdoms one day.
As soon as Djinni finished her explanation, Raxa went over the information once more in her head. Realizing something she heard, the mare let out an undignified snort, briefly rearing a few inches into the air before stomping her front feet. Her tail swished back and forth, ears back, showing she was clearly irritated.
"A whole kingdom full of stallions? How absurd; I could never be around that much ego," she quipped. Raxa, despite being a mare, was not fond of stallions in the least bit. Every single one she'd met had been rude, egotistical, a narcissist, and he, if not trying to get her to join the herd to have a foal, would make fun of her for her coat coloring. Raxa had simply responded to all their comments and rude actions with a swift kick to the jowl.
In other words, Raxa promised herself she would stay far away from that kingdom. She'd stay away from the Amazons too; even if no stallions lived there, she wasn't fond of mares either. She wasn't fond of anyone really; she was used to being on her own. Perhaps others may trust her, but Raxa had convinced herself early on it was safer for her if she didn't trust anyone.
She'd already been wounded enough as a foal; her heart couldn't take any more of the ache. All those scars of the past had been left open and bleeding, and she didn't need more reminders of her foalhood.
So, despite wishing to be alone, Raxa knew she'd probably stick to the meadow for the time being. Other stallions and mares may inhabit the area, but there was plenty of room to run and be herself without the judgment of others. And if any horse did come near, any horse that gave Raxa a bad vide, she could just head to another area of the meadow. She didn't care if it belonged to a kingdom; she was on the outskirts. Nobody cared about that area.
Out here, she could be her own mare. She'd come across others eventually, but she wouldn't stick around any of them for long. She couldn't afford to.
Turning her attention back to Djinni, ears forward, she addressed the mare with another question, "If you originated from the Desert, what are you doing all the way out here? Why didn't you stick around your home?"
With each motion of her nose, Raxa followed with her gaze, memorizing the vague directions that each area of the land, like the Common Grounds, the Tundra, the Bachelor Kingdom, and the Amazons were. Raxa also took note of what Djinni had to say about what a kingdom was, how the herd was made up and such, making sure to memorize that information should she eventually journey to the opposite kingdoms one day.
As soon as Djinni finished her explanation, Raxa went over the information once more in her head. Realizing something she heard, the mare let out an undignified snort, briefly rearing a few inches into the air before stomping her front feet. Her tail swished back and forth, ears back, showing she was clearly irritated.
"A whole kingdom full of stallions? How absurd; I could never be around that much ego," she quipped. Raxa, despite being a mare, was not fond of stallions in the least bit. Every single one she'd met had been rude, egotistical, a narcissist, and he, if not trying to get her to join the herd to have a foal, would make fun of her for her coat coloring. Raxa had simply responded to all their comments and rude actions with a swift kick to the jowl.
In other words, Raxa promised herself she would stay far away from that kingdom. She'd stay away from the Amazons too; even if no stallions lived there, she wasn't fond of mares either. She wasn't fond of anyone really; she was used to being on her own. Perhaps others may trust her, but Raxa had convinced herself early on it was safer for her if she didn't trust anyone.
She'd already been wounded enough as a foal; her heart couldn't take any more of the ache. All those scars of the past had been left open and bleeding, and she didn't need more reminders of her foalhood.
So, despite wishing to be alone, Raxa knew she'd probably stick to the meadow for the time being. Other stallions and mares may inhabit the area, but there was plenty of room to run and be herself without the judgment of others. And if any horse did come near, any horse that gave Raxa a bad vide, she could just head to another area of the meadow. She didn't care if it belonged to a kingdom; she was on the outskirts. Nobody cared about that area.
Out here, she could be her own mare. She'd come across others eventually, but she wouldn't stick around any of them for long. She couldn't afford to.
Turning her attention back to Djinni, ears forward, she addressed the mare with another question, "If you originated from the Desert, what are you doing all the way out here? Why didn't you stick around your home?"