She listens oh so carefully. Ears strained against the whispers of the wind through the grasses to catch fragments of the night time melodies that Jenger speaks so wistfully of. There is a nostalgia to her, a sadness. Something that makes Arantha want to reach out and touch the stars scattered across her midnight pelt. But she doesn't. The little grey mare was never very good at comforting others. Hell, she wasn't good at anything really. She merely listens and waits, holding onto the name like a lifeline. She didn't have friends among the other equines as it was, so this was as good a place to start as any.
The chestnut mare that had joined them was also kindly and soft spoken. Both qualities that she deeply appreciated. Standing in the presence of these two was a balm to her fragile nerves, and slowly, so slowly, she felt herself relaxing. Accepting the company of others for the first time since her mother had left her alone with only the fairies to watch over her. She reaches her delicate muzzle over to softly huff in the chestnut's direction. She smells faintly of pine trees causing a tilt of the little doe's head. The familiarity of forest scents calming her even further.
"I'm Arantha" she sighs, her voice coming back to her and starting to lilt pleasantly. Musical notes hanging on the ends of her words waiting for someone else to pick up the harmony. She feels like she hears it, the night music that Jenger had spoken of. Drawing them all into the cadence waiting for them to play their parts. If only she knew what that was.
The chestnut mare that had joined them was also kindly and soft spoken. Both qualities that she deeply appreciated. Standing in the presence of these two was a balm to her fragile nerves, and slowly, so slowly, she felt herself relaxing. Accepting the company of others for the first time since her mother had left her alone with only the fairies to watch over her. She reaches her delicate muzzle over to softly huff in the chestnut's direction. She smells faintly of pine trees causing a tilt of the little doe's head. The familiarity of forest scents calming her even further.
"I'm Arantha" she sighs, her voice coming back to her and starting to lilt pleasantly. Musical notes hanging on the ends of her words waiting for someone else to pick up the harmony. She feels like she hears it, the night music that Jenger had spoken of. Drawing them all into the cadence waiting for them to play their parts. If only she knew what that was.
ARANTHA
@[lilliana]