02-01-2017, 01:17 AM
when you speak dreams and reality collide
The sound of heavy hooves thudding over the damp earth catches her ear, and her head cocks, eyes wide, in time to see a great beast of a stallion step through the undergrowth. His face remains stoney and still, but he offers a brief greeting in a low and gravelly voice. “Hello there.”
She’s frozen for a moment, disbelieving. When she was young and lost in this deep part of the woods, it had been a year before she’d run into anyone else (though admittedly she’d gone out of her way to avoid others). She hadn’t been expecting to find another so deep in her quiet sanctuary, let alone within minutes of her arrival.
She senses no outward hostility from the stallion, but she is cautious all the same. She draws her transparent wings closer to her sides, and reaches for her power, ready to change into the hawk form at a moment’s notice. Who knows what this stranger might want, so deep in the woods, and so alone.
“Hello.” She returns the greeting and bobs her head politely - Ruan and Reagan would expect as much, after all. Her own face remains flat and neutral, not betraying her readiness for flight. “Yes. Very nice. Quiet.” She is not usually given to many words, and this stranger certainly does not make her want to break that habit. But she cannot help but ask, though perhaps cautiously, “why are you here?”
She’s frozen for a moment, disbelieving. When she was young and lost in this deep part of the woods, it had been a year before she’d run into anyone else (though admittedly she’d gone out of her way to avoid others). She hadn’t been expecting to find another so deep in her quiet sanctuary, let alone within minutes of her arrival.
She senses no outward hostility from the stallion, but she is cautious all the same. She draws her transparent wings closer to her sides, and reaches for her power, ready to change into the hawk form at a moment’s notice. Who knows what this stranger might want, so deep in the woods, and so alone.
“Hello.” She returns the greeting and bobs her head politely - Ruan and Reagan would expect as much, after all. Her own face remains flat and neutral, not betraying her readiness for flight. “Yes. Very nice. Quiet.” She is not usually given to many words, and this stranger certainly does not make her want to break that habit. But she cannot help but ask, though perhaps cautiously, “why are you here?”
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