11-29-2017, 06:11 PM
Hello? His ears pinned at the foreign voice, the melodic pitch cutting through fog his mind seemed to be swimming through. Startled, he half-reared, stumbling as his chipped hooves again made contact with the soft sand beneath them. His gold and white head snakes around jerkily, trying to find the source of that simple word. She is close by, he can feel that. The sand must have muffled her steps, that she was able to come so close without his hearing. Breathing elevated, his heart taking off at a gallop, he peered into the darkness. He was frustrated, so frustrated. The warm sun on his back told him that it was day time. The world should not be hidden from him, especially while the sun shone as it always had.
She spoke again, and he fought his trembling to listen. Asked if he was ok, and gave him the courtesy of her name. Amorette. It was pretty, he knew. Likely, the made who owned the name matched it in loveliness. For all he knew, though, she could be a wizened hag of a thing. He stomped a hoof angrily, and then grew still. Inside and out, he did not move, sides barely giving way for breath. He turned his aquilline head slowly now, blind eyes finding where she stood at last. Amorette. For a moment, he was the beautiful, confident stallion he had been not so long ago. Despite his raggedness, he still stood tall and strong. "Amorette." He tested the word on his tongue, feeling the shape of it. His head tilted to one side, listening. "I am not well. I need... water." He said at last, raw throat making his baritone gravelly. It underscored his request. A sigh dragged from his chest, as he closed his beleaguered eyes against horrific visions that threatened the edges of his mind. Yes. Water would be a good start. And perhaps Amorette could help I other ways. Time would tell.
She spoke again, and he fought his trembling to listen. Asked if he was ok, and gave him the courtesy of her name. Amorette. It was pretty, he knew. Likely, the made who owned the name matched it in loveliness. For all he knew, though, she could be a wizened hag of a thing. He stomped a hoof angrily, and then grew still. Inside and out, he did not move, sides barely giving way for breath. He turned his aquilline head slowly now, blind eyes finding where she stood at last. Amorette. For a moment, he was the beautiful, confident stallion he had been not so long ago. Despite his raggedness, he still stood tall and strong. "Amorette." He tested the word on his tongue, feeling the shape of it. His head tilted to one side, listening. "I am not well. I need... water." He said at last, raw throat making his baritone gravelly. It underscored his request. A sigh dragged from his chest, as he closed his beleaguered eyes against horrific visions that threatened the edges of his mind. Yes. Water would be a good start. And perhaps Amorette could help I other ways. Time would tell.