Keeper does not know how to reconcile this new part of herself with a horse’s innate instinct. Instinct is something that is so ingrained in them that she understands the reaction it has upon the shape of him as he tenses and tries to locate the source of his inherent distrust that she knows is because of her - because of how she smells, of how she was earlier and is later on, unable to shed despite the fact that she does not wear that skin now. The bear stays with her, just beneath the surface and she can feel it more and more as it merges with her soul and her horse-skin.
But the longer she stands there, just stands there, the calmer he seems to get because the scent of her - a mare - starts to push through the thick musk of bear. Keeper has no idea to tell him that it was all her, both scents, the presence of predator and prey in one shape that has no idea who she is these days as she becomes aware of the bear like a second self that is separate and struggling to usurp the horse that she had always been. Apologizing seems like a start but she has no idea how to begin it because it would require an explanation that she also doesn’t have.
The blur of emotions on his face is too fast and too much for her to follow but she understands that her question is one that he cannot offer up a genuine answer to. Of course, Keeper never fully expected him to say that he was okay when he clearly did not look it. But the break in his voice pulls at her heart and she cannot help how she goes to him, unthinking as he presses her small nose to his neck and tries to breathe a calm breath out against his painted skin. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbles into him. “I have no idea what that is like and cannot even imagine the horror of seeing then not seeing the next day.”
Despite the fact that he is a grown stallion, Keeper feels an odd motherly instinct towards him. Or since she does not consider herself old enough to mother anyone, it is perhaps more of a sisterly instinct and she moves her nose to his mane and smooths a few strands of it against the thick set of his neck. “You shouldn’t be here alone then,” she murmurs without trying to come across as chiding. Her concern is evidenced by the way she tries to press small sisterly touches into the curve of his cheek and the nook of his knee, as if assessing for other smaller hurts that she might actually be able to help him heal through non-magical means.
“I know a place where you could recover from whatever has left you this way.” because she has no idea if his blindness is permanent or a transient thing. What she does consider is that the bear in her would protect him fiercely, as much as the little pony-sized mare would and that he should come back with her to Hyaline where the wisteria and the blue lake would treat him with more kindness than this cold old field.
But the longer she stands there, just stands there, the calmer he seems to get because the scent of her - a mare - starts to push through the thick musk of bear. Keeper has no idea to tell him that it was all her, both scents, the presence of predator and prey in one shape that has no idea who she is these days as she becomes aware of the bear like a second self that is separate and struggling to usurp the horse that she had always been. Apologizing seems like a start but she has no idea how to begin it because it would require an explanation that she also doesn’t have.
The blur of emotions on his face is too fast and too much for her to follow but she understands that her question is one that he cannot offer up a genuine answer to. Of course, Keeper never fully expected him to say that he was okay when he clearly did not look it. But the break in his voice pulls at her heart and she cannot help how she goes to him, unthinking as he presses her small nose to his neck and tries to breathe a calm breath out against his painted skin. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbles into him. “I have no idea what that is like and cannot even imagine the horror of seeing then not seeing the next day.”
Despite the fact that he is a grown stallion, Keeper feels an odd motherly instinct towards him. Or since she does not consider herself old enough to mother anyone, it is perhaps more of a sisterly instinct and she moves her nose to his mane and smooths a few strands of it against the thick set of his neck. “You shouldn’t be here alone then,” she murmurs without trying to come across as chiding. Her concern is evidenced by the way she tries to press small sisterly touches into the curve of his cheek and the nook of his knee, as if assessing for other smaller hurts that she might actually be able to help him heal through non-magical means.
“I know a place where you could recover from whatever has left you this way.” because she has no idea if his blindness is permanent or a transient thing. What she does consider is that the bear in her would protect him fiercely, as much as the little pony-sized mare would and that he should come back with her to Hyaline where the wisteria and the blue lake would treat him with more kindness than this cold old field.
@[takei] sorry for the long wait! and the fact that keeper is very touchy lol <3