I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
The easiness of her breathing is quelled by the realization that she doesn't have a damn clue what the next step in her brilliant plan is supposed to be. There are horses milling about everywhere; not many to be sure, but more than she could recall ever seeing in one place, never mind in every place she had ever seen another horse. One might expect the girl to give in to her instincts, to her genetic predispositions - but she doesn't.
Trissy stands stock still there in the field, head held abrasively high, unyielding eyes observing the going ons around her. It's all she can do not to run back - but no, she is sure of herself. When her mind's eye travels back to the nameless mountains, that same crushing weight presses against her chest. No. This is where she belongs - at least for now.
When a stallion of marked appeal snaps at an older mare not far from where she stands, Trissy slowly presses her ears to her skull, bracing herself to counterattack should the nearing creature feel so inclined as to repeat his former offense. And for a split second, her hind hoof does snap off the earth - but when the tobiano reconsiders his actions, so too does she. With her head raised as high as it is - and needlessly so - their eyes meet on the same level when he peers back to examine her. His gaze is steady. She steadies her own.
You're not from around here, are you?
His words are almost foreign to her, but that does not discourage her. The dull locks of her wavy mane trickle like water as a breeze flows past the pair. For a time, Trissy wonders if she will answer at all, despite there being no reason for her to stay silent. But the curve of the stallion's withers and the slope of his musculature inspires response; never mind the fact that he chose not to pester her, and spoke far more gently than a man with that deep a frown ought to.
"Not any more," she replies, her voice a husky echo of her mother Kotaro's - deeper than a mare of her stature might be expected to carry. "And even then, not for long." As the words trail from her delicately shaped mouth, Trissy relaxes her ears into a neutral position. Next to the giant of a stallion, her guard must stay up; he stands more than three hands her greater; but the time for hostility has passed, and in this new meeting, intrigue rapidly spreads.
Trissy stands stock still there in the field, head held abrasively high, unyielding eyes observing the going ons around her. It's all she can do not to run back - but no, she is sure of herself. When her mind's eye travels back to the nameless mountains, that same crushing weight presses against her chest. No. This is where she belongs - at least for now.
When a stallion of marked appeal snaps at an older mare not far from where she stands, Trissy slowly presses her ears to her skull, bracing herself to counterattack should the nearing creature feel so inclined as to repeat his former offense. And for a split second, her hind hoof does snap off the earth - but when the tobiano reconsiders his actions, so too does she. With her head raised as high as it is - and needlessly so - their eyes meet on the same level when he peers back to examine her. His gaze is steady. She steadies her own.
You're not from around here, are you?
His words are almost foreign to her, but that does not discourage her. The dull locks of her wavy mane trickle like water as a breeze flows past the pair. For a time, Trissy wonders if she will answer at all, despite there being no reason for her to stay silent. But the curve of the stallion's withers and the slope of his musculature inspires response; never mind the fact that he chose not to pester her, and spoke far more gently than a man with that deep a frown ought to.
"Not any more," she replies, her voice a husky echo of her mother Kotaro's - deeper than a mare of her stature might be expected to carry. "And even then, not for long." As the words trail from her delicately shaped mouth, Trissy relaxes her ears into a neutral position. Next to the giant of a stallion, her guard must stay up; he stands more than three hands her greater; but the time for hostility has passed, and in this new meeting, intrigue rapidly spreads.
Trissy
Blegh. 2014 me wrote this character better than I did tonight. >
