theres an old man sitting on a throne thats saying...
Although she would never admit it to anyone but herself, Iset had feared the King. It was a different sort of fear, however. It wasn't the fear that gave her nightmares or caused her to whimper and shrink away when He approached. It was the sort of fear gave her a sixth sense; a kind of hyperawareness that alerted her to His presence and kicked her mind into overdrive.
It was this same fear that held her now; the fear that had grabbed her as soon as the scent of the newcomer had grazed her soft muzzle. It danced on the breeze like a ballerina, assailing her nostrils until there was no doubt in the filly’s mind that the thick, masculine smell belonged to a stallion. Every instinct in her body screamed for her to run, to the point where the voices inside her head were begging her to get the hell out of Dodge. Like it had in the past, her pride speaks louder than her panic, and she pins her ears and squares narrow shoulders and prepares for a fight.
In the entirety of her short life, Iset had only gotten one piece of advice from her mother. ‘The eyes are the window to the soul,’ she would say. Because of this, Iset had become very good at identifying the emotions she saw within the eyes of those she encountered. In His eyes she saw hatred and cruelty, in her mothers, indifference. In her twin’s eyes she saw faith, love, and blind fear whenever He came around. When Amet would look at her, she saw disappointment mixed with a hint of respect whenever she stood up to Him.
However, when she searched the eyes of the stallion before her, she saw something very similar to what she imagined was shining in her own eyes; longing. Longing for what, she didn’t know. Even though she saw no malevolence in the eyes that watched her, she didn’t allow herself to relax much. His voice was gentle, and he stood a few paces away from her as to not crowd her; something she greatly appreciated.
Company. Did she want company? She wanted her twin. She wanted her home to be safe place like she knew it had once been. But company? “Company wouldn't be the first thing I would ask for.” The filly squeezed bright eyes shut and steeled herself for the blow that was sure to follow her snarky comment.
After a second, she squinted one eye half open and rested them once more on his focused on the rich color of his face. For once, Iset made an attempt to shake off her temper. After all, she saw a shadow of herself inside the horse standing in front of her. “I suppose,” she said on a sigh, “Company wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing. I’m Iset.".
...I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut