11-21-2017, 11:32 AM
Starlin
His laugh is unexpected, and it startles a snort from the grullo filly. How many Sylvans has she met? At that she gives her own snort of laughter. Enough. That is how many she had met.
She had seen the state of Tantalize; Starlin knows what they do to women in the woods of Sylva.
Tauber speaks of being faced head on, as though that reassurance does anything to minimize the acknowledged violence. Does it matter how one is attacked, if they are attacked all the same? No, she tells herself firmly.
The other horse has been standing still long enough for her to get a good read on where he is standing. When she positions herself to face him though, she looks lightly to his right, as though she is incorrect.
“Show yourself.” She demand with adolescent entitlement. “Show yourself and then I might give you my name.”
She had seen the state of Tantalize; Starlin knows what they do to women in the woods of Sylva.
Tauber speaks of being faced head on, as though that reassurance does anything to minimize the acknowledged violence. Does it matter how one is attacked, if they are attacked all the same? No, she tells herself firmly.
The other horse has been standing still long enough for her to get a good read on where he is standing. When she positions herself to face him though, she looks lightly to his right, as though she is incorrect.
“Show yourself.” She demand with adolescent entitlement. “Show yourself and then I might give you my name.”
grit & grace.