Everything ached,her sides, her legs, her throat, somehow her neck too. She watched the stallion standing above her in silence, trying to take in his words fully, trying to understand what he was saying to her. It was like being underwater, her hearing muffled by the voices telling her all that she was, all that she had done. Punishing her. But his words broke through the whispers unseen barrier and she attempted to rise herself up. Folding her legs beneath her she moved off of her side and was now laying upright, not quite ready to stand. "I uh.. yea. I'm sorry about that." She spoke in a hushed voice, one that held defeat and pain.
She took a quick look around her, taking in what there was to see. She was in some soft of field, where she did not know, but she was there now. Her eyes then drift onto the golden coated stallion, her eyes trailing his broad frame and then moving to his face, watching his speckled eyes. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to disturb you." She apologized, again. Perhaps she did not need to, but it was all she was used to these days. Apologizing for things she did, even if it wasn't her fault.
"I'm Nastartia, by the way." She decided to add, hopefully soon she'd have built up enough courage within herself to stand, ignore the bruises and bumps on her body from the fall, and then she'd be able to leave the stallion in peace. There was no way he'd want her around for long seeing as she had already so rudely rammed herself into him.
n a s t a r t i a
War does not determine who is right, only who is left.