Miamor

[Miamor]

There was something very reassuring about this mare; her presence was solid, almost tranquilizing. She spoke gracefully, and again, it was not what she said, but the cooing of her voice, that hypnotized Miamor into relaxation. The tension released from Mia's posture and she resisted the overwhelming urge to step closer to the mare, to be nearer to her enchantment. "Ygritte," Mia whispered to herself after Ygritte had revealed it herself. Don't be naive, Mia thought, as she felt herself lowering her guard and practically throwing her trust towards this stranger. Mia listened to her speak yet again, banishing those doubts. "Mia. My name is Mia - Miamor," she grimaced as she exposed her own name, again hearing her mother's voice inside her head. Scarlet, Mi Amore! Mia looked over the dark mare, noticing the salmon colors in her coat. She looked her all over, burning the image into her mind, determined not to forget her if she ever saw her again. She imagined Ygritte flying away, like the birds. "Don't go," she pleaded, and then quickly realized that she had said that thought aloud. "That is - where are you going? Or - what are you doing here, I mean to say - why are you here?" Once again, Mia fumbled between thoughts and spoken words, still rusty with speech. She wanted to clarify herself again, but let her clumsy words hang in the air, her enormous black eyes staring fervently into the other's.