05-28-2016, 06:07 PM
Thanata noticed the stallion stepping back to give her space. Her ears went forward, intrigued; was he actually showing respect for her boundaries, trying to ease her timid nerves so she did not feel so anxious anymore? The Friesian didn't know why, but her instincts were telling her it was so. This stallion, so far, acted different from the ones she'd seen before. Did that mean... he was nicer too? More courteous? Thanata couldn't help but wonder.
Thanata's posture relaxed ever so slightly, but her eyes remained trained on the stallion so as to watch his movements. For all she knew, any moment, he could come charging at her, threatening to hurt her unless she left his territory.
After he asks his question - a reasonable one, considering Thanata just showed up out of nowhere - the mare shuffled her front hoof, holding her head low and not making eye contact as she offered a response.
"I..." She coughed, "I... came up here... for quiet... peace... to escape..." It was vague, but hopefully good enough. Thanata didn't want to have to elaborate.
As she spoke, the mare's own voice took her a little by surprise. It had been so long since the last time she used it, even she'd forgotten what it sounded like. Not that it sounded feminine really; it was more of a raspy tone, broken, since she didn't talk a lot to begin with. She kept her eyes averted, preferring to not see the stallion laugh if he thought her voice was humorous.
Thanata's posture relaxed ever so slightly, but her eyes remained trained on the stallion so as to watch his movements. For all she knew, any moment, he could come charging at her, threatening to hurt her unless she left his territory.
After he asks his question - a reasonable one, considering Thanata just showed up out of nowhere - the mare shuffled her front hoof, holding her head low and not making eye contact as she offered a response.
"I..." She coughed, "I... came up here... for quiet... peace... to escape..." It was vague, but hopefully good enough. Thanata didn't want to have to elaborate.
As she spoke, the mare's own voice took her a little by surprise. It had been so long since the last time she used it, even she'd forgotten what it sounded like. Not that it sounded feminine really; it was more of a raspy tone, broken, since she didn't talk a lot to begin with. She kept her eyes averted, preferring to not see the stallion laugh if he thought her voice was humorous.