10-28-2016, 02:00 AM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
If her current state would’ve allowed herself to be at least somewhat expressive, she would’ve cocked up an eyebrow. Vlinder can easily come up with several reasons why they wouldn’t want to take her in, look at her tainted appearance only. Next to that, self-esteem was something the blue roan mare didn’t know, not able to appreciate even a slightest thing about her herself. So why would other people want her around? She definitely wouldn’t.
However, after a slight pause, the grullo mare once again tells her that they would take her in, that they would accept her, more or less. The corners of her mouth twitch slightly as the stranger remarks about not knowing her name, even so much, that Vlinder has to look away. Amusement and joy was something she hadn’t experienced in a while, and that this mare could so easily get to her, was both frightening and addictive at once. ”Vlinder. My name if Vlinder” she replies after a short pause, now meeting the other’s gaze again, hesitantly returning a small smile.
”What do they call you?” As she speaks Vlinder’s voice is soft, careful and hesitant. Since she had met Tarnished this was the first time that she had showed interested – genuine interest – in another, breaking the vicious cycle that had consumed her life too long already. It is scary though, opening up yourself like this, letting someone in, show interested. Before all she had showed interest in had been taken away from her. Not caring had been a far safer option for her heart, but maybe, maybe she wouldn’t have to live like that anymore. Yet at the same time Vlinder was scared of the hope, afraid it would be crushed once again.
However, after a slight pause, the grullo mare once again tells her that they would take her in, that they would accept her, more or less. The corners of her mouth twitch slightly as the stranger remarks about not knowing her name, even so much, that Vlinder has to look away. Amusement and joy was something she hadn’t experienced in a while, and that this mare could so easily get to her, was both frightening and addictive at once. ”Vlinder. My name if Vlinder” she replies after a short pause, now meeting the other’s gaze again, hesitantly returning a small smile.
”What do they call you?” As she speaks Vlinder’s voice is soft, careful and hesitant. Since she had met Tarnished this was the first time that she had showed interested – genuine interest – in another, breaking the vicious cycle that had consumed her life too long already. It is scary though, opening up yourself like this, letting someone in, show interested. Before all she had showed interest in had been taken away from her. Not caring had been a far safer option for her heart, but maybe, maybe she wouldn’t have to live like that anymore. Yet at the same time Vlinder was scared of the hope, afraid it would be crushed once again.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae