isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Her interaction with others outside of her family has been non-existent, but she doesn’t mind when the stranger approaches. She watches him silently, impassive but not entirely withdrawn. If anything, there is just a small spark of curiosity that rises to the surface of her dark eyes, wondering what he could possibly want. He appeared to be close to her age, although that didn’t matter much to her either way. Adults and children alike often failed to catch her interest, but she would not turn away from something that chose to cross her path.
“They do,” she agrees, and her voice is high and light. With an angle of her small, shapely head, she looks at him with those plum-purple eyes; flat and shadowed, and the smile that adorns her lips doesn’t quite reach them. “I’m okay with that, I think. Being far away, that is.” She lets her gaze travel back to the rest of them, where they graze and converse, dappled by the sun. They look peaceful, maybe even happy, but she isn’t sure she can relate to them. She isn’t sure if this constant state of apathy is the same as being content, but something tells her that it’s not.
She looks back to the colt, noting the luminous sheen to his blue markings, and the striking cerulean of his eyes. There was something tranquil about him, and even though she could nearly feel it seep through her skin, it only warmed her veins a fraction. But it is enough for her to be curious, and for her to not want to leave – not yet. “I’m Islas.”
@[Tiercel]