-Diorae-
Tephra was beautiful in the first daylight. Everything is enlightened in such way that makes the dewdrops sparkle brightly. This morning wasn’t as foggy as Tephra could be, but the air was still thick with humidity. If made it possible for one to see further, but Marigold is blind to the beautiful morning. Haunted by creatures made up by her own mind.
Turns out to be that it had been a mare who had triggered her last nervous reaction. The unknown equine must have made a movement or sound, more than that wasn’t needed to spook Marigold right now. She looks as if she’s perfectly at home in Tephra during this beautiful morning, the unusual feathers of her wings sparkling just as brightly as the land.
Her nostrils are still flaring wide as she visually inspects the stranger, ears flicking around in reaction to each sound made around them. It takes her a couple of seconds, but then her head drops a little. Not fully relaxed yet, but she’s no longer alone. And this mare didn’t look like a thread or something dangerous, though Marigold knows very well that looks could deceive.
Her voice startles Marigold all over again and with a sharp jerk she lifts her head. Ears flop sideways as her eyes never seem to stop focussing on whatever around them, only to always find their way back to Aurora. She doesn’t bother parting her lips like she’s about to reply, simply because she’s unable to speak anyway.
It is a sudden sound coming from the forest behind her – all creatures living there slowly coming alive too this morning – that pushes her forward with large steps. Snorting she trots away a few steps, only to turn around sharply in the end. Marigold is now standing a couple of meters to Aurora’s right, and a few steps further behind. Her whole body tense, as she stares at the jungle like forest, and another snort ready to be released.
When there’s nothing coming out of the forest, her head slowly starts dropping again, but the nervousness never fully leaves her. Slowly her hazel eyes find their way to Aurora again, her ears flopping to the side as her cooped tail – or what is left of it – is pressed firmly against her buttocks. Her eyes are pleading the other mare to not leave her, to understand.
Longclaw had never had trouble reading her eyes, perhaps Aurora wouldn’t either.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.
OOC:
Thanks for writing with me <3