Miamor

[Miamor]

Mia's vision unfocused as she gnawed contentedly into the familiar tastes of the grasses between her teeth and over her tongue. She ground them into a wet pulp before swallowing the tasty morsels. She hears a voice cooing something from nearby. It wasn't the words that Mia focused on, but the melodic sounds that filled her with a comforting sensation. With a slight tremor of the eyelids, she refocuses her vision and looks around. Who had said that? As her vision clarifies, she sees this dark mare beside her, appearing somewhat concerned. Mia raises her head high into the air and slowly presses her ears back against her crown. She takes an immediate defensive stance as she glares at this dark beauty before her. Silence surrounds them as this mare still stared at her, as if waiting for something. What had she said? Hope..something..okay..? Mia released the tension in her stance, relaxing her neck lower and unfolding her ears, which landed softly in a neutral position. One flicked backwards again, the other pointed towards this mare. "Erm, uh - it's okay," she croaked, her voice not nearly as graceful as the one she had just heard. She wondered what she had just agreed to. Mia coughed once, parting her lips and closing them a few times, just now realizing how dry her mouth was. She hadn't spoken in a long time. Everything lately had been internal dialogue or muffled whispers to herself or to the inanimate world around her. She looked hopefully at the mare, seeking affirmation that her response had made sense. Feeling awkward, she spoke again, this time in a higher, embarrassed pitch, "Who are you?" She felt so vulnerable at this point, which she tried to hide behind a firm, almost aggressive stance, but was all to clear from her wide, frightened eyes.