05-05-2017, 11:56 PM
So, here’s the thing.
Basically, she was alone, tired, and didn’t know how or where to go to to rectify either of those situations. As the sun melted slowly down the canvas of the sky, Naira ripped her long, thin legs decisively (though she didn’t yet know what she had decided) through the long meadow grasses. She stopped and stood for a moment, allowing the golden warmth of the sun that had so long ago bleached her mane and tail to soak into a soft coat that mirrored the color held by that draining sun.
Unlike many of those that had come before her in her old herd, she was almost purely Lusitano; the purity of her Spanish blood was unparalleled, and obvious in her appearance. Her long legs and gracefully curving neck led into narrow shoulders and a tapered midsection. She was pretty. That’s all she had ever been to anyone. She had never been clever or strong or kind.
Only ever pretty.
Naira really didn’t know what to do anymore; she had tried to make a home and a life with Kreios, but that world, that home was gone. Lost to the archives of her memory. Brisk winter air that Beqanna had recently fallen prey to constricted around her, breaking her from thoughts of the Orange Country and the Desert. The blanket of frost that had recently settled found a home on her on her back and the chill hanging in the air permeated through her warm coat and into her bones, stiffening them in their unwelcome ingress. As the last of the winter sun’s warmth was leached from the sky, a voice with an equally enveloping heat reached her ears.
Her attention was drawn away from the beaten trail she was walking to the stallion that had called out to her; the one that she had subsequently failed to notice until he had spoken. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so unobservant in the company of strangers, but she was so lost in her own thoughts that the voice startled a gasp from her chest and triggered a few quick steps of alarm. Realizing that the stallion's eyes held none of the malice that she had anticipated, Naira forced herself to take deep breaths and calm herself.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Finally, after her narrow sides had stretched and compressed with her deep breaths, she moved forward towards the source of the voice, retracing her skittered steps away from him.
An awkward laugh escaped her mouth and an embarrassed flush bloomed across her fair cheeks and down her white tipped nose. Big brown doe eyes traced the bulky, powerful frame of the stallion before returning to his strange grey blue eyes. A smile touched her thin lips, “I’m so sorry,” she began, “You surprised me.” She dipped her head shallowly in greeting. She angled herself towards the stallion, interested in a stranger for the first time in a very long time. “I’m Naira.”
Basically, she was alone, tired, and didn’t know how or where to go to to rectify either of those situations. As the sun melted slowly down the canvas of the sky, Naira ripped her long, thin legs decisively (though she didn’t yet know what she had decided) through the long meadow grasses. She stopped and stood for a moment, allowing the golden warmth of the sun that had so long ago bleached her mane and tail to soak into a soft coat that mirrored the color held by that draining sun.
Unlike many of those that had come before her in her old herd, she was almost purely Lusitano; the purity of her Spanish blood was unparalleled, and obvious in her appearance. Her long legs and gracefully curving neck led into narrow shoulders and a tapered midsection. She was pretty. That’s all she had ever been to anyone. She had never been clever or strong or kind.
Only ever pretty.
Naira really didn’t know what to do anymore; she had tried to make a home and a life with Kreios, but that world, that home was gone. Lost to the archives of her memory. Brisk winter air that Beqanna had recently fallen prey to constricted around her, breaking her from thoughts of the Orange Country and the Desert. The blanket of frost that had recently settled found a home on her on her back and the chill hanging in the air permeated through her warm coat and into her bones, stiffening them in their unwelcome ingress. As the last of the winter sun’s warmth was leached from the sky, a voice with an equally enveloping heat reached her ears.
Her attention was drawn away from the beaten trail she was walking to the stallion that had called out to her; the one that she had subsequently failed to notice until he had spoken. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so unobservant in the company of strangers, but she was so lost in her own thoughts that the voice startled a gasp from her chest and triggered a few quick steps of alarm. Realizing that the stallion's eyes held none of the malice that she had anticipated, Naira forced herself to take deep breaths and calm herself.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Finally, after her narrow sides had stretched and compressed with her deep breaths, she moved forward towards the source of the voice, retracing her skittered steps away from him.
An awkward laugh escaped her mouth and an embarrassed flush bloomed across her fair cheeks and down her white tipped nose. Big brown doe eyes traced the bulky, powerful frame of the stallion before returning to his strange grey blue eyes. A smile touched her thin lips, “I’m so sorry,” she began, “You surprised me.” She dipped her head shallowly in greeting. She angled herself towards the stallion, interested in a stranger for the first time in a very long time. “I’m Naira.”
naira
we'll be dancing in the kitchen in the pale moonlight
It sucks, I'm sorry but it's late and I had AP exams all day so my brain is mushy. I promise they won't all be this bad
