Sibyl
a splash of promise
As if he had been expecting her, his momentum slows and he heeds her call. Sibyl considers herself lucky as the strangers champagne features turn in her direction, and she is able to catch a glimpse of his expressive, warm eyes.
Encouraged, Warrick’s daughter musters another busy of speed. Her thin chest and fawn-like legs dance through the snowdrifts with little resistance, and Sibyl gives a defiant little snort to his comment on the cold - mustang blood runs hot after all.
But it isn't long before she is near enough to catch his strange scent, and realize that this is the first colt she has ever spoken with.
“Hi,” she says, a little breathless from the way he had made her work to catch him. But happily, she falls into place at the stranger's side, matching his trot by extending her strides in a way which had gained her a compliment once. “I’m Sibyl, who are you? Do you live here?”
His wisp of a boyish grin does more to animate her than any of the civil, adult smiles she had encountered until his.
She decided that he is perfect for her experiment.
The filly has enough sense to give him time to respond, but once there is a lull she decides to bring up the topic that has been on her mind continuously for the last few weeks. "So this weird thing happened to me last time I was in this meadow," she starts casually as if they had known each other for a lifetime, "I met a girl, and I think I saw her future."
Encouraged, Warrick’s daughter musters another busy of speed. Her thin chest and fawn-like legs dance through the snowdrifts with little resistance, and Sibyl gives a defiant little snort to his comment on the cold - mustang blood runs hot after all.
But it isn't long before she is near enough to catch his strange scent, and realize that this is the first colt she has ever spoken with.
“Hi,” she says, a little breathless from the way he had made her work to catch him. But happily, she falls into place at the stranger's side, matching his trot by extending her strides in a way which had gained her a compliment once. “I’m Sibyl, who are you? Do you live here?”
His wisp of a boyish grin does more to animate her than any of the civil, adult smiles she had encountered until his.
She decided that he is perfect for her experiment.
The filly has enough sense to give him time to respond, but once there is a lull she decides to bring up the topic that has been on her mind continuously for the last few weeks. "So this weird thing happened to me last time I was in this meadow," she starts casually as if they had known each other for a lifetime, "I met a girl, and I think I saw her future."
@[abysm]