that's all there is
Noah was going to go to the Field, ever searching for those in need to share her home, but though she lands near there, she cannot bring herself to stay, to wander down amongst the noise and the bustle. She tucks her darker red wings in against her body and meanders instead along the border, and away towards the relative peace of the Meadow. Here there are quieter pockets, areas of peace, rather than the chaos and uncertainty of the field. It’s a more peaceful place, and the trees at the edge cast dappled shade over her passage.
She’s looking for someone who looks safe to talk to – mothers and children, mares alone, the young and plain. Easy. Unthreatening. But for some reason her eyes are drawn across the Meadow, to a stallion moving alone. He’s not at all the category she was searching out – a man, even alone, is more threat than the quiet little mare will usual choose in this mood – and he certainly doesn’t look at all safe, marked as he is by the signs of major burns. Still, he’s caught her gaze and her attention and she steps lightly in his direction.
The little red mare can’t quite bring herself to approach until he lowers his head to the sweet long grasses, and even then she takes a round-about approach, coming at him from a diffident and oblique angle, quiet green eyes and a shy smile. “Hello,” she offers the word as she comes to a halt a few paces from him. “I’m Noah.”
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@[Aten]