05-26-2015, 08:50 PM
Naira couldn't help but stare at the large horns protruding from the top of the stallion's head. She moved her warm gaze from the curling horns to his mouth when he began speaking, and then back to his eyes again. Although he was very, very large and obviously extremely powerful, she didn't feel at all threatened by him. She'd gotten over her reservations towards the large horse as soon as she saw his kind eyes. This realization surprised her; the only thing that she had been taught about trust was that it could only end in lies. This she had learned through her own experiences, experiences that were represented by the multitude of pale white scars crisscrossing the golden skin of her flanks and belly.
She contemplated taking a step back, but instead settled for shifting her weight onto her hind legs and raising her head slightly. Everything was still a bit muddled for her, and the young mare squeezed her eyes shut and shook her pale mane in an attempt to clear the fog that still lingered from her brief nap. "What brings you to the field today? Are you looking for a home?" She supposed so. There was no way she would ever go back to that hell-hole that she had come from. Her attention was momentarily drawn by the Pinto stallion that had been there when she awakened. He rose from his position on the ground to come a bit closer to them, and then settle onto the ground again. How peculiar. She returned her attention to the horse speaking to her, not wanting to seem rude. "Hello Kreios. My name is Naira. I guess I am looking for a new home. Ummm...why do you have horns?" As soon as the question passed her lips, she dropped her gaze in embarrassment. "Sorry," she mumbled with a nervous laugh, "Ive just never seen anything like them."
She was once again distracted by the other horse as he got up, settled again, and then once more rose and started grazing on the dewy grass. What was he doing, she wondered. She looked back at Kreios and tossed her head in the pinto's direction. "Who is that?" she asked curiously.
She contemplated taking a step back, but instead settled for shifting her weight onto her hind legs and raising her head slightly. Everything was still a bit muddled for her, and the young mare squeezed her eyes shut and shook her pale mane in an attempt to clear the fog that still lingered from her brief nap. "What brings you to the field today? Are you looking for a home?" She supposed so. There was no way she would ever go back to that hell-hole that she had come from. Her attention was momentarily drawn by the Pinto stallion that had been there when she awakened. He rose from his position on the ground to come a bit closer to them, and then settle onto the ground again. How peculiar. She returned her attention to the horse speaking to her, not wanting to seem rude. "Hello Kreios. My name is Naira. I guess I am looking for a new home. Ummm...why do you have horns?" As soon as the question passed her lips, she dropped her gaze in embarrassment. "Sorry," she mumbled with a nervous laugh, "Ive just never seen anything like them."
She was once again distracted by the other horse as he got up, settled again, and then once more rose and started grazing on the dewy grass. What was he doing, she wondered. She looked back at Kreios and tossed her head in the pinto's direction. "Who is that?" she asked curiously.