that's all there is
The stranger is protective of his son – as he should be. Noah understands – she was rarely allowed out of her father’s sight, certainly he was not found of her greeting strangers. The difference of course is that Rapt simply steps between her and the boy, cautious; Rhonen would have been sharp words and sharper smiles, snarls and teeth and fury on the outside to prevent anyone from getting close to them. This seems less violent – caution without the anger.
“Hi,” she says back to the golden child, lowering her head to look less threatening. “I like your color,” she responds to him in kind, admiring the bright color and shimmery quality.
The stallion takes a moment to introduce them, and she nods and offers him a shy smile, somewhat tentative. It was brave to approach the strangers, but overall she’s not a brave creature. Cautious, shy, those are more her buzzwords. But she needs something to keep her going, since it can’t be Rhonen anymore. “It’s nice to meet you,” she tries out the words, hoping they don’t sound as stale as they feel in her mouth. Plain. “Are you from here?”
Not really the dazzling friend-making she was looking for, but it’ll have to do now that the words are already out.
noah
