09-17-2016, 02:48 PM
The mare apologized to her, no doubt seeing her uneasiness, and, as they often did, she also admitted she hadn't meant to spook her. Rhae wished she could tell her that it wasn't just her that makes her so nervous, it was anybody at all, really, but she felt more comfortable holding her silence. She would always prefer that when possible.
"Are you ok, have you found your others yet?" she asked then. It takes time for Rhae to formulate responses, and before she's ready the mare speaks again. "Speak slowly please. I can't hear, you see."
Rhae grimaced, shame riddled over her like pelting raindrops. She should have thought more on the woman's odd tone, should have noticed her more minimal ear movements. Was she so consumed in her own uncomfortable nature to give proper consideration for others? She wondered how much more of this greeting she'd botch before it was done. Damn, she was so socially hopeless.
"Sorry," she breathed. She flinched, realizing she was still speaking down to flowers. This was going to be hard. She would have to battle her nature to talk with her. With great effort she lifted her face slowly, eyes flitting to the mare's, seeing she was staring carefully at her mouth for her words, then locking her own gaze to a suddenly very interesting spot on the woman's neck.
"I'm sorry," she said a little more clearly, not that it mattered. "I'm. I.." Stop stuttering, you'll confuse her.
She broke the tension she hadn't noticed she was feeling as she turned away a moment, but quickly pulled herself back when she realized she'd done it, making sure to keep her mouth visible. Holding her head this way was unfamiliar, odd. A little too high. She was so accustomed to looking down, or around. Never up for conversation, but always away from faces. It made her appear weak, she knew. Though, she didn't truly think she was. Maybe.
"I.. don't think I have others to find," she said softly, her voice hitched in pain. A frown pulled her lips down, and her gaze bounced over the mare anxiously; her shoulder, neck, nose, cheek, shoulder. Anywhere but her eyes, despite the fact they would not return the stare, focused on her mouth as they were.
"My name is Rhae, by the way." She started out strong, but by the latter three words, she was mumbling again. She silently cursed herself.
Rhae took a cautious little step closer, craning her neck as far as she could reach. Her nose didn't seem to work as well as it should, or perhaps others did not rely on theirs nearly as much as she did, but she wanted to get a better smell of the mare. Sometimes that seemed to settle her nerves a mite when she could have a scent of them.
"Are you ok, have you found your others yet?" she asked then. It takes time for Rhae to formulate responses, and before she's ready the mare speaks again. "Speak slowly please. I can't hear, you see."
Rhae grimaced, shame riddled over her like pelting raindrops. She should have thought more on the woman's odd tone, should have noticed her more minimal ear movements. Was she so consumed in her own uncomfortable nature to give proper consideration for others? She wondered how much more of this greeting she'd botch before it was done. Damn, she was so socially hopeless.
"Sorry," she breathed. She flinched, realizing she was still speaking down to flowers. This was going to be hard. She would have to battle her nature to talk with her. With great effort she lifted her face slowly, eyes flitting to the mare's, seeing she was staring carefully at her mouth for her words, then locking her own gaze to a suddenly very interesting spot on the woman's neck.
"I'm sorry," she said a little more clearly, not that it mattered. "I'm. I.." Stop stuttering, you'll confuse her.
She broke the tension she hadn't noticed she was feeling as she turned away a moment, but quickly pulled herself back when she realized she'd done it, making sure to keep her mouth visible. Holding her head this way was unfamiliar, odd. A little too high. She was so accustomed to looking down, or around. Never up for conversation, but always away from faces. It made her appear weak, she knew. Though, she didn't truly think she was. Maybe.
"I.. don't think I have others to find," she said softly, her voice hitched in pain. A frown pulled her lips down, and her gaze bounced over the mare anxiously; her shoulder, neck, nose, cheek, shoulder. Anywhere but her eyes, despite the fact they would not return the stare, focused on her mouth as they were.
"My name is Rhae, by the way." She started out strong, but by the latter three words, she was mumbling again. She silently cursed herself.
Rhae took a cautious little step closer, craning her neck as far as she could reach. Her nose didn't seem to work as well as it should, or perhaps others did not rely on theirs nearly as much as she did, but she wanted to get a better smell of the mare. Sometimes that seemed to settle her nerves a mite when she could have a scent of them.
Rhae
when i feel lost.. i'll search the skies for you