03-16-2017, 11:28 PM
when you speak dreams and reality collide
At the sound of her voice, something rustles in the bushes. Terra tenses, power in her grasp, ready to slip into the fox form and disappear if need be, not that she thinks she will. But a voice follows the rustle, and a grey and white mare slips into her clearing.
Terra studies her for a moment, brown eyes passing over the large, muscular older mare. She remembers the mare from the meeting her parents had held, the one she’s spied in on as a squirrel. Her head cocks to the side as she tries to remember the mare’s name … the mare had shared it at the meeting, but Terra can’t remember it for the life of her. She’d been so interested in the wolf shifter and in her mother’s words that she’d paid little attention to everyone else.
The mare apologizes for startling her, and Terra shrugs noncommittally. “S’alright.” She’d been surprised, but it hasn’t exactly ruined her day. The mare introduces herself (ah, Tyrna, that’s it!), and Terra smiles and bobs her head awkwardly. “Terra.”
She falls silent again, shifting back and forth on her heels. This is typically the part where people are supposed to engage in small talk, right? “Uhh … what brings you all the way out here?” A valid question, to be sure. Few wander this deep into the woods when it is so cold and foggy.
Terra studies her for a moment, brown eyes passing over the large, muscular older mare. She remembers the mare from the meeting her parents had held, the one she’s spied in on as a squirrel. Her head cocks to the side as she tries to remember the mare’s name … the mare had shared it at the meeting, but Terra can’t remember it for the life of her. She’d been so interested in the wolf shifter and in her mother’s words that she’d paid little attention to everyone else.
The mare apologizes for startling her, and Terra shrugs noncommittally. “S’alright.” She’d been surprised, but it hasn’t exactly ruined her day. The mare introduces herself (ah, Tyrna, that’s it!), and Terra smiles and bobs her head awkwardly. “Terra.”
She falls silent again, shifting back and forth on her heels. This is typically the part where people are supposed to engage in small talk, right? “Uhh … what brings you all the way out here?” A valid question, to be sure. Few wander this deep into the woods when it is so cold and foggy.
TERRA
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