05-06-2020, 03:32 PM
Another lonesome summer day had come and started its descent into passing.
The tallest point of the sun’s path had marked itself across her, staining the white of her speckled coat a shade or two darker as Breckin curved this way and that around the sparsening trees the lined the River’s edge. The breaks in the sunlight were well-welcomed and tempered the heat enough to make the day still enjoyable, though the twitch in her limbs that so chronically lusted after movement kept her from staying put long enough to rid her slender body entirely of the sweat that drenched her. There would always be time for a well-deserved rest later on, and by later on she very well already knew that she’d never be entirely well deserving of that luxury. Not in light of the path she was currently endeavoring.
Rounding a broad bend where the river toppled over itself, stirring itself white against the break of the scattered boulders, she found the trunk of a large cypress blocking the way. Tentatively, she moved sideways to pass it, careful of what may lie unseen on the other side of its wide span. The other horses on the further side seemed to be shooting a strange glance in the sentinel’s general direction, and their uneasiness leeched into her as she hesitantly turned to look where they had been.
An opalescent lady rested beneath the tree’s outstretched boughs, and an obvious show of surprise warps the lines of her brittle face, unseeing of what the significant deal was to the observers that held their distance. Braving a few steps further, the inquisitive mare stops mid-step when that oddly bent branch finally she’d noticed a moment ago finally comes into better view. Initially, she’d merely swept the odd angle off as a trick of the summer’s heat and nothing more than a relfective illusion. But how strangely and severely she had been so mistaken.
“Oh, holy - ! Wow, did….did that just happen?”, Breckin exclaimed when she finally found her voice, coming to a stop just in front of the other woman, ”Because if so, I must commend you, you really are doing a fantastic job of staying calm.” Immediately she hated herself for not catching her slipping tongue and she laughs nervously in a dumb response to her sudden flare of anxiety. Well, this was going positively swimmingly. With a deep breath, she steadied herself before anything else so seemingly insensitive could slip through her dark lips. She might’ve been confused and indifferent in a general frame of reference lately, but she was not heartless. “I am so sorry, that was just a lot to take in all of a sudden. Do you need help?
@[Sabra]
The tallest point of the sun’s path had marked itself across her, staining the white of her speckled coat a shade or two darker as Breckin curved this way and that around the sparsening trees the lined the River’s edge. The breaks in the sunlight were well-welcomed and tempered the heat enough to make the day still enjoyable, though the twitch in her limbs that so chronically lusted after movement kept her from staying put long enough to rid her slender body entirely of the sweat that drenched her. There would always be time for a well-deserved rest later on, and by later on she very well already knew that she’d never be entirely well deserving of that luxury. Not in light of the path she was currently endeavoring.
Rounding a broad bend where the river toppled over itself, stirring itself white against the break of the scattered boulders, she found the trunk of a large cypress blocking the way. Tentatively, she moved sideways to pass it, careful of what may lie unseen on the other side of its wide span. The other horses on the further side seemed to be shooting a strange glance in the sentinel’s general direction, and their uneasiness leeched into her as she hesitantly turned to look where they had been.
An opalescent lady rested beneath the tree’s outstretched boughs, and an obvious show of surprise warps the lines of her brittle face, unseeing of what the significant deal was to the observers that held their distance. Braving a few steps further, the inquisitive mare stops mid-step when that oddly bent branch finally she’d noticed a moment ago finally comes into better view. Initially, she’d merely swept the odd angle off as a trick of the summer’s heat and nothing more than a relfective illusion. But how strangely and severely she had been so mistaken.
“Oh, holy - ! Wow, did….did that just happen?”, Breckin exclaimed when she finally found her voice, coming to a stop just in front of the other woman, ”Because if so, I must commend you, you really are doing a fantastic job of staying calm.” Immediately she hated herself for not catching her slipping tongue and she laughs nervously in a dumb response to her sudden flare of anxiety. Well, this was going positively swimmingly. With a deep breath, she steadied herself before anything else so seemingly insensitive could slip through her dark lips. She might’ve been confused and indifferent in a general frame of reference lately, but she was not heartless. “I am so sorry, that was just a lot to take in all of a sudden. Do you need help?
@[Sabra]
