03-01-2017, 09:21 PM
The grass is pleasantly salty as he slowly chews, but Amet is not hungry, and his anxious stomach does not welcome the addition of his newest meal. He grimaces slightly, his metallic face twisted into something uncomfortable as he forces his last bite down. You need to eat something, he scolds himself, but the Akhal-Teke makes no move to keep eating.
His mane and tail billow as a cool breeze picks up, and the colt nearly sobs as a crushing homesickness grasps his heart with painful, suffocating hands. No! he scolds again, forcing his thin face to steel itself against his emotions.
Amet's internal war is forgotten when he notices rapidly approaching hoof beats. Pivoting his lanky frame, the metallic boy nearly shies sideways as the filly (his age, he notices) comes to a sliding and breathy halt before him. His ears twitch and fall to half-mast as he takes a second to register what his light gray acquaintance has said.
Amber eyes watch her worriedly and a cold silence stretches between them while Amet tries to decide what to say back to the panicked filly. His father's voice rings painfully in the back of his mind ("You are forbidden to show fear, boy!") and the Akhal-Teke boy snorts in protest at the voice in his head.
"I'm not sca..." he falters, "I don't have anywhere else to go."
His mane and tail billow as a cool breeze picks up, and the colt nearly sobs as a crushing homesickness grasps his heart with painful, suffocating hands. No! he scolds again, forcing his thin face to steel itself against his emotions.
Amet's internal war is forgotten when he notices rapidly approaching hoof beats. Pivoting his lanky frame, the metallic boy nearly shies sideways as the filly (his age, he notices) comes to a sliding and breathy halt before him. His ears twitch and fall to half-mast as he takes a second to register what his light gray acquaintance has said.
Amber eyes watch her worriedly and a cold silence stretches between them while Amet tries to decide what to say back to the panicked filly. His father's voice rings painfully in the back of his mind ("You are forbidden to show fear, boy!") and the Akhal-Teke boy snorts in protest at the voice in his head.
"I'm not sca..." he falters, "I don't have anywhere else to go."
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
