04-13-2016, 02:14 PM
The tortoise affirms Weir’s abilities, and Eira is finally struck by the oddness of the situation. It momentarily distracts her from her distress. “Um … forgive me. I don’t wish to seem rude, but … how can you talk?” She really doesn’t want to offend, but in all the stories she’s heard of Beqanna, none of them mentioned creatures that could speak to horses. It’s quite a wondrous thing to her, really. It would be marvellous if all the creatures here could communicate with one another. But is Darwin the norm, or out of the ordinary?
But really, it’s not the most important thing at the moment. Tears well up in earnest as Weir tries to comfort her and a few escape to trickle down her brown cheeks. “It’s just … it’s just so kind of you.” She hasn’t experienced much kindness of this sort in her life. The mares in her herd had always feared her, hated her. With good reason though, she supposes. She’s always been a time bomb. But now, with Weir’s offer of tutelage she has the possibility of a life.
She can sense his faint amusement at her story, and she smiles in spite of herself. As horrible as she still feels about the incident, it is, admittedly, a bit silly. And it really could have been so much worse. “I know, I know. Ears aren’t really so bad. I just worry that I could lose control and do worse.” And so had the mares in her herd.
But perhaps it had been fate. That little incident had led to her coming here and finding a teacher. And she has an inkling, the faintest inkling, that she will be far happier here than she’d ever been in her old home.
And then he offers to let her into his home and she’s simply overwhelmed. “Oh!” More tears flow down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, happy. She’s been so lonely and afraid for so long. And now there are just so many wonderful things happening at once. “I - I would love to join you and Darwin in the Dale.”
But really, it’s not the most important thing at the moment. Tears well up in earnest as Weir tries to comfort her and a few escape to trickle down her brown cheeks. “It’s just … it’s just so kind of you.” She hasn’t experienced much kindness of this sort in her life. The mares in her herd had always feared her, hated her. With good reason though, she supposes. She’s always been a time bomb. But now, with Weir’s offer of tutelage she has the possibility of a life.
She can sense his faint amusement at her story, and she smiles in spite of herself. As horrible as she still feels about the incident, it is, admittedly, a bit silly. And it really could have been so much worse. “I know, I know. Ears aren’t really so bad. I just worry that I could lose control and do worse.” And so had the mares in her herd.
But perhaps it had been fate. That little incident had led to her coming here and finding a teacher. And she has an inkling, the faintest inkling, that she will be far happier here than she’d ever been in her old home.
And then he offers to let her into his home and she’s simply overwhelmed. “Oh!” More tears flow down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, happy. She’s been so lonely and afraid for so long. And now there are just so many wonderful things happening at once. “I - I would love to join you and Darwin in the Dale.”
EIRA
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