Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
For a few, quiet moments, I trace the way red marbles with black, the way her bright tresses flicker like firelight in the golden rays of the sun. It really truly is lovely, and I particularly enjoy lovely things.
She surprises me though. Surprises me with her unbridled acceptance. She is curious of course, but who wouldn’t be? I am a curiosity, even in a world of curiosities. But instead of recoiling at my rather blithe, uninformative reply, her curiosity is piqued. In return, so is mine.
Blinking my eyes, several times, I pause a moment to stretch my muzzle forward. Shaking my head, black tresses flying wildly, I brace myself as the shudder passes along the entirety of my body, gold and white skin shivering in the invigorating, energizing shimmy I had just forced along my body.
Black lips stretching into a grin, I turn my widened gaze back to the young red and black mare still waiting on me, my dark locks a wild halo around my neck. After a moment, it occurs to me that she may be put off by my odd behavior. Lord, I sure hope not. I do not have enough friends. It is a rather lonely existence without friends. But I put that aside, instead pinning her with my wide, captivating gaze. “Well, Merida of Loess, I am Giohde. Of, um, well, nowhere really. But that doesn’t matter much, I hope.” My odd eyes fair twinkle, my head tipping slightly as I consider her further. “What matters is who we are, don’t you think?”
Giohde