02-26-2016, 02:55 PM
Asimi mused a moment on the question. She was a little taken aback by the abruptness of the change in conversation, and the directness with which Clark has asked it. She scrunched her nostrils to the side in her thought, not entirely sure why she had actually come here. The orange and red hues of the late day sun were beginning to fade into a darker blue, removing the light.
Around them, the grass sank to a darker, greeny-blue shade, the light being sapped away, giving way to a blue sweep throughout the field. Horses seemed to be mooching their way to other places, to rest for the night.
“Well, I am indeed very new here,” Asimi replied, “And I, uhm, do not exactly know what I am looking for.” She glanced down at her hooves a moment, flicking her white ears back and forth individually, before lifting her head again to continue. “I haven’t actually been on my own before now, so, I, uhmm, don’t particularly know what to do.”
She looked to Clark now, for some sort of advice or assistance. Her mane fell gently down her neck, and her tail flickered slightly in the soft breeze. She had gone from relaxed to fairly serious quite quickly, not being as fluent in the transition as she would have liked to have been. Did this stallion have a herd? A small band of followers, maybe? Asimi felt quite relaxed and secure around Clark, so perhaps she could follow him too.
Internally, she was beginning to grow quite excited about the prospect of a new herd, meeting new horses, exploring new lands. Then again, the idea of travelling alone seemed almost rebellious to her - equally as alluring, even more dangerous. Perhaps Clark could enlighten her, and make the choice easier - if he’d let her chose.
OOC: All’s better now - Mum’s horse did his super-flexor tendon in, so he’s on box rest. Settling into the routine now he’s stopped being an ass, silly creature.
Around them, the grass sank to a darker, greeny-blue shade, the light being sapped away, giving way to a blue sweep throughout the field. Horses seemed to be mooching their way to other places, to rest for the night.
“Well, I am indeed very new here,” Asimi replied, “And I, uhm, do not exactly know what I am looking for.” She glanced down at her hooves a moment, flicking her white ears back and forth individually, before lifting her head again to continue. “I haven’t actually been on my own before now, so, I, uhmm, don’t particularly know what to do.”
She looked to Clark now, for some sort of advice or assistance. Her mane fell gently down her neck, and her tail flickered slightly in the soft breeze. She had gone from relaxed to fairly serious quite quickly, not being as fluent in the transition as she would have liked to have been. Did this stallion have a herd? A small band of followers, maybe? Asimi felt quite relaxed and secure around Clark, so perhaps she could follow him too.
Internally, she was beginning to grow quite excited about the prospect of a new herd, meeting new horses, exploring new lands. Then again, the idea of travelling alone seemed almost rebellious to her - equally as alluring, even more dangerous. Perhaps Clark could enlighten her, and make the choice easier - if he’d let her chose.
OOC: All’s better now - Mum’s horse did his super-flexor tendon in, so he’s on box rest. Settling into the routine now he’s stopped being an ass, silly creature.