04-07-2019, 10:23 PM
“Hey!” Jolted from her sluggish melancholy thoughts by a shouted greeting Terne misses a beat and stumbles slightly. Lacking grace her dark legs keep her standing, but her journey is halted. A few paces away stands a young male. His wings are tucked against his body and even from a distance he radiates vitality. Wide brown eyes dart to the ground.
Who is this stranger and am I really the one he means to speak with?
Terne opens her mouth, now dry, to respond but before she can give the polite greeting to her new companion another approaches. Her mouth snaps shut with a clack of teeth. While the mares share a similar patterning, the similarities end quickly as the newest arrival has a bearing of confidence and command. Seeing her nod to the male it seems as if there is a familiarity. “Who are you?”
I can’t recall a conversation I’ve had with another in a long time and now I am to speak with two.
Mouth still dry, and throat unaccustomed to speech the mare’s voice comes out quietly and with texture. Like leaves grinding into stone then floating away.
I’m… Terne.
One unsure half step shifting her body back. Eyes trace a slow but wary pattern. Mare. Ground. Colt. Mare. Ground. Colt.
@[Pteron] @[Mary]