09-11-2016, 02:41 AM
B A H I R A
Despite her dutiful watching, Bahira had managed to miss the large black and white stallion creeping up on her. Her muscles twitched, and her head raised at the sound of his voice, slightly startled. You're trespassing, you know. This made the mare's heart freeze. Trespassing? If Bahira knew anything about trespassers, it was that they were not welcome. Her father had easily shown her that.
His mischevious expression and next words, accompanied by a teasing wink, had her relaxed again I'll forgive it. Bahira was relieved, and a soft smile took up residency on her lips. It made sense, Bahira had thought these lands were common. He was merely yanking her chain. A soft laugh slipped out of her, but there was a still an element of sadness in her eyes. Why thank you. I really appreciate that. I promise I don't do this often. Her words were marred by a thick Arabic accent. The tone was gentle and playful, but her words were a bit cloudy. The other stallion and equines could still understand her, but it didn't make her accent any less present.
She took the time to let her green eyes drink in the appearance of the other horse. He was oddly marked and quite large. Very different from those in her homeland. His immediate teasing pacified most of her worries, and although he could easily overpower her, she didn't feel a smidge of nervousness in her delicate body. One could never be too sure, though. My name is Bahira. You are? She offered in a friendly tone, looking up the slightest bit at the large man with a content smile.
His mischevious expression and next words, accompanied by a teasing wink, had her relaxed again I'll forgive it. Bahira was relieved, and a soft smile took up residency on her lips. It made sense, Bahira had thought these lands were common. He was merely yanking her chain. A soft laugh slipped out of her, but there was a still an element of sadness in her eyes. Why thank you. I really appreciate that. I promise I don't do this often. Her words were marred by a thick Arabic accent. The tone was gentle and playful, but her words were a bit cloudy. The other stallion and equines could still understand her, but it didn't make her accent any less present.
She took the time to let her green eyes drink in the appearance of the other horse. He was oddly marked and quite large. Very different from those in her homeland. His immediate teasing pacified most of her worries, and although he could easily overpower her, she didn't feel a smidge of nervousness in her delicate body. One could never be too sure, though. My name is Bahira. You are? She offered in a friendly tone, looking up the slightest bit at the large man with a content smile.