10-04-2022, 08:46 AM
I wish I could finally just find home
When the strangers turns to acknowledge her, Dharma feels her shoulders and the tension occupying them loosen. The stallion moves closer, not in a way that makes her feel threatened. She craves the closeness of others. The smile playing upon his misted muzzles causes her lips to tug upward, a genuine smile. The mare normally has a smile plastered to her face, like a permanent grin that others tend to find unsettling. In general, she finds that life is quite lovely, and those around her just haven’t taken the time to marvel in it. But strange new lands often mean even stranger new faces. Though Dharma believes all beings are inherently good, her mother always cautioned her that she was naive, and could not trust every practiced word that fell from another’s lips.
Rapt. The name rolls around in her brain, and she decides she quite likes the way the consonants surround the vowel. It’s simple, yet sounds powerful. With a small dip of her crown, she extends her left leg and giggles as she bows dramatically. ”A pleasure to meet you, Rapt.” Golden orbs flicker to meet his, glowing with childlike wonder. Life is but a game to her, and not everyone finds it to be as funny.
”Are you alone?” Her head subconsciously snaps back towards her now arched neck. Her right brow drew up, a miniscule amount that she hoped he wouldn’t notice. With the rise and fall of her chest, she reminded herself to be polite. Her smile never faltered, and she allowed her coiled neck to loosen, nodding her head as she did so. Perhaps the question was just small talk, she reminded herself not to take things so personally.
”Well I’ve met you, so I suppose I’m not completely alone.” Her left eye closes, in what she means to appear as a wink. Dharma has never been great with charming others, although she would die trying. ”And you, Rapt? Are you alone?” Vocals come out a little stronger now, though still smooth and sweet as honey. Her onyx tails flickers back and forth, lightly tapping her golden flank. With both ears perked in his direction, it is clear he has her full attention.
Rapt. The name rolls around in her brain, and she decides she quite likes the way the consonants surround the vowel. It’s simple, yet sounds powerful. With a small dip of her crown, she extends her left leg and giggles as she bows dramatically. ”A pleasure to meet you, Rapt.” Golden orbs flicker to meet his, glowing with childlike wonder. Life is but a game to her, and not everyone finds it to be as funny.
”Are you alone?” Her head subconsciously snaps back towards her now arched neck. Her right brow drew up, a miniscule amount that she hoped he wouldn’t notice. With the rise and fall of her chest, she reminded herself to be polite. Her smile never faltered, and she allowed her coiled neck to loosen, nodding her head as she did so. Perhaps the question was just small talk, she reminded herself not to take things so personally.
”Well I’ve met you, so I suppose I’m not completely alone.” Her left eye closes, in what she means to appear as a wink. Dharma has never been great with charming others, although she would die trying. ”And you, Rapt? Are you alone?” Vocals come out a little stronger now, though still smooth and sweet as honey. Her onyx tails flickers back and forth, lightly tapping her golden flank. With both ears perked in his direction, it is clear he has her full attention.
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