11-14-2016, 02:56 AM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
She doesn’t know what to think of the smile that lingers on the grullo’s lips, but Vlinder cannot say that she doesn’t like it. It seemed genuine enough, compared to the smiles Ellyse had offered her in the past, this one was much more friendly. Or she hoped at least. Who knew what she would get herself into otherwise. At the same time, the blue roan – temporary – unicorn had been ready for the next abusive stallion to pick her up, so it couldn’t be much worse than that. And the smiles and kind words, spoken in such way (even if Djinni didn’t mean anything with it), managed to reach her core.
With a dip of her head she replies to the other mare’s introduction. She wanted to say that it was nice to meet her – because it genuinely was – but she could not yet bring herself to it. Yes, Djinni did something to her, but a broken thing wasn’t that easily mend.
”The ocean?” she repeats rather dull, her lips tasting the word for the first time. ”I’ve never seen the ocean.” It was almost a statement like that, but true nonetheless. She was born in the Gates, only to move to a herdland through the field. Vlinder had never been much of an explorer, at home she was at least safe from those who were to bully or to pity her.
As she shifts her weight to another leg, a soft groan is pulled from her lips. The pregnancy took its toll on her, but it wouldn’t take much longer before she would be ready to give birth. Not that she wanted to think about it, the child was nothing to her. And of later business. ”What is it like?” the way she asks is almost like she’s indifferent, but once again a small glimpse of curiosity shines through.
With a dip of her head she replies to the other mare’s introduction. She wanted to say that it was nice to meet her – because it genuinely was – but she could not yet bring herself to it. Yes, Djinni did something to her, but a broken thing wasn’t that easily mend.
”The ocean?” she repeats rather dull, her lips tasting the word for the first time. ”I’ve never seen the ocean.” It was almost a statement like that, but true nonetheless. She was born in the Gates, only to move to a herdland through the field. Vlinder had never been much of an explorer, at home she was at least safe from those who were to bully or to pity her.
As she shifts her weight to another leg, a soft groan is pulled from her lips. The pregnancy took its toll on her, but it wouldn’t take much longer before she would be ready to give birth. Not that she wanted to think about it, the child was nothing to her. And of later business. ”What is it like?” the way she asks is almost like she’s indifferent, but once again a small glimpse of curiosity shines through.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae