10-15-2018, 01:14 PM
There's no slip in his thoughts, no accidental emotional line that she can tap her own mind into and so she's left with little choice but to rely on her other senses. Probably for the better anyway, to have to focus and redevelop her more primitive ways of reception. Nostrils flare wider when she resettles her body weight, though she no longer hugs the wall with her flushed side, she remains close.
Her breathing deepens, her sides swelling for the gentle pull of shifting winds and the warnings they carry. The crash of waves masks his footfalls, but the telltale scent of him sifting through the coastal pines alerts her to his approach. It wouldn't be long now before he would breach the cover of foliage to find her if his assumed path remained true. Breckin knew his vision now far surpassed the average horse's capabilities, just like his mother's, but even then it wouldn't be difficult to trace the mark of her sweat dampened spots.
It crosses her mind to consider moving on regardless, in an attempt to keep the distance between them. But what good would that really do in the end? Sure, she still had some steam left and could continue to flee if her heart so desired. Running was easy, running was something she knew she could do. Defending herself was something else entirely--a subject she hadn't spared much thought on until recently. No better time like the present to dip a toe in the pool, especially with someone she trusted.
From where she now stands, she suspects her back will be facing him when he finally breaks through. It will make her an easy target like it had when Klaudius had dozed past her in the cave opening this past winter. But unlike last time, she is fully aware of her surroundings and the position she purposefully maintains. The only indication that she offers of her awareness is the lazy rotation of her pale ears as her dark gaze trains on the sun's glare off the sea in the distance.
@[Leilan]
Her breathing deepens, her sides swelling for the gentle pull of shifting winds and the warnings they carry. The crash of waves masks his footfalls, but the telltale scent of him sifting through the coastal pines alerts her to his approach. It wouldn't be long now before he would breach the cover of foliage to find her if his assumed path remained true. Breckin knew his vision now far surpassed the average horse's capabilities, just like his mother's, but even then it wouldn't be difficult to trace the mark of her sweat dampened spots.
It crosses her mind to consider moving on regardless, in an attempt to keep the distance between them. But what good would that really do in the end? Sure, she still had some steam left and could continue to flee if her heart so desired. Running was easy, running was something she knew she could do. Defending herself was something else entirely--a subject she hadn't spared much thought on until recently. No better time like the present to dip a toe in the pool, especially with someone she trusted.
From where she now stands, she suspects her back will be facing him when he finally breaks through. It will make her an easy target like it had when Klaudius had dozed past her in the cave opening this past winter. But unlike last time, she is fully aware of her surroundings and the position she purposefully maintains. The only indication that she offers of her awareness is the lazy rotation of her pale ears as her dark gaze trains on the sun's glare off the sea in the distance.
@[Leilan]