11-20-2017, 06:12 PM
The bay stallion introduces himself to me as Brennen. The name is familiar, a tale out of a childhood story. Is he the Brennen? Peerless warrior, brother of the Tundra? He is bay, after all, with too-large black wings. I peer at him for a moment too long, unaccustomed to polite manners.
“Delia.” I say firmly, and turn back to the lavender stallion. He ignores me almost entirely, as though I am merely a prop in the background of his conversation with the snowy mare. The way he speaks to her is unfamiliar, a smooth sort of tone that seems to shake off the dust of misuse on certain of my own feelings. The sensation is not entirely comfortable, and I look back to the other female. She is smiling, a safety net that I can fall into.
The tension seeps from my shoulders as I respond to her answer by lowering my own guard. It was a close call; I had been only an instant awake from losing my nerve. How embaressing that would have been! I am grateful to the pale mare, and even when she insults my homeland I cannot truly take it to heart.
“Oh I like it here,” I tell her, “But then, I’ve never been anywhere else in Beqanna. ”
“Delia.” I say firmly, and turn back to the lavender stallion. He ignores me almost entirely, as though I am merely a prop in the background of his conversation with the snowy mare. The way he speaks to her is unfamiliar, a smooth sort of tone that seems to shake off the dust of misuse on certain of my own feelings. The sensation is not entirely comfortable, and I look back to the other female. She is smiling, a safety net that I can fall into.
The tension seeps from my shoulders as I respond to her answer by lowering my own guard. It was a close call; I had been only an instant awake from losing my nerve. How embaressing that would have been! I am grateful to the pale mare, and even when she insults my homeland I cannot truly take it to heart.
“Oh I like it here,” I tell her, “But then, I’ve never been anywhere else in Beqanna. ”