09-14-2016, 08:29 AM
It was not long when she heard a figure approach, though truthfully she had seen this person long before she arrived. Rhae's eyes darted every which way, but she'd avoided making eye contact so as not to invite conversation. She wasn't rude, just.. very uncomfortable around strangers.
Even as the other mare, that large one there, came closer and greeted her with "hello", Rhae glanced over her own shoulder to the treeline behind her. Her eyes begged to find someone else this woman could be talking to, but nay, it was clear the fidgety grullo was her intended target.
She did then, fidget that is, shifting her weight nervously and still avoiding eye contact. Rhae ducked her head in a stuttering nod of acknowledgement, wishing she could disappear. Her eyes continued to searched for Annie, a bit more desperately now. Little Annie could make this better.
As a child, Rhae had been close with her mother. Practically glued to her. She followed her everywhere, and hid behind her when strangers approached. She was no longer a child, and could no longer do that. In fact, she hadn't a clue where her mother was now; she'd woken up to find her gone one day. That's when Annie had found her, had given her a new sense of home and calm. A new family. Odd that, a child adopting a mare.
Rhae shook her hair over her face, wishing it actually worked to hide her like some form of camouflage, a horse's Ghillie suit perhaps. It took a good few minutes to work up the courage to respond verbally.
"Hi," was all she managed from that well of strength, sparing just a fleeting glance to the mare to indicate she addressed her and not her own feet or the flowers before her nose. She belatedly noted the woman's voice was a little odd, but her frazzled state of mind immediately brushed the thought away, more concerned with melting into the purple flowers.
She silently cursed her nervous nature. Why couldn't she just be normal? Instead of holding her head proudly like others seemed to do so naturally, she huddled in shadows that had not swallowed her up, damn them.
Even as the other mare, that large one there, came closer and greeted her with "hello", Rhae glanced over her own shoulder to the treeline behind her. Her eyes begged to find someone else this woman could be talking to, but nay, it was clear the fidgety grullo was her intended target.
She did then, fidget that is, shifting her weight nervously and still avoiding eye contact. Rhae ducked her head in a stuttering nod of acknowledgement, wishing she could disappear. Her eyes continued to searched for Annie, a bit more desperately now. Little Annie could make this better.
As a child, Rhae had been close with her mother. Practically glued to her. She followed her everywhere, and hid behind her when strangers approached. She was no longer a child, and could no longer do that. In fact, she hadn't a clue where her mother was now; she'd woken up to find her gone one day. That's when Annie had found her, had given her a new sense of home and calm. A new family. Odd that, a child adopting a mare.
Rhae shook her hair over her face, wishing it actually worked to hide her like some form of camouflage, a horse's Ghillie suit perhaps. It took a good few minutes to work up the courage to respond verbally.
"Hi," was all she managed from that well of strength, sparing just a fleeting glance to the mare to indicate she addressed her and not her own feet or the flowers before her nose. She belatedly noted the woman's voice was a little odd, but her frazzled state of mind immediately brushed the thought away, more concerned with melting into the purple flowers.
She silently cursed her nervous nature. Why couldn't she just be normal? Instead of holding her head proudly like others seemed to do so naturally, she huddled in shadows that had not swallowed her up, damn them.
Rhae
when i feel lost.. i'll search the skies for you