02-25-2021, 04:45 PM
( this world will have the wolves outside your door
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
It becomes abundantly apparent that the filly is just as afraid as he is and even if it had been her who’d shattered the boulder it had clearly been an accident. It had not occurred to him that she might also be afraid, especially with how thoroughly his judgment had been clouded by his own fear, and he visibly deflates when he hears the tremor in his voice.
When he’s close enough, he studies the scattered remains of the boulder. There’s no logical explanation for how her landing could have caused the boulder to explode but he doesn’t feel any overwhelming urge to dwell on this. He’s far more eager to believe that she’s friend rather than foe now, he’s willing to overlook things that don’t seem to make sense in order to reach the most convenient conclusion.
They’re almost close enough now to be cast in each other’s glow and he can see that they are roughly the same age. He huffs out something sideways, almost says something about how she shouldn’t be out flying by herself but remembers that he’s out by himself and stops himself before he opens his mouth.
His expression crumples when she speaks next and he frowns hard. (Though there is some small part of him that is proud of himself for being able to sound much tougher than he’d felt). Did she really think he would have attacked her? He shrinks, ducking his head, peering at her with a kind of sadness in his dark blue eyes.
“You really think I’d attack you?” he asks, clearly wounded. “I’m just a kid,” he adds, as if children are incapable of bad things. He shrugs after a moment, as if all is forgiven. “We should probably stick together until you’re feeling better if boulders are just exploding around here. What’s your name? Mine’s Starlore.”
When he’s close enough, he studies the scattered remains of the boulder. There’s no logical explanation for how her landing could have caused the boulder to explode but he doesn’t feel any overwhelming urge to dwell on this. He’s far more eager to believe that she’s friend rather than foe now, he’s willing to overlook things that don’t seem to make sense in order to reach the most convenient conclusion.
They’re almost close enough now to be cast in each other’s glow and he can see that they are roughly the same age. He huffs out something sideways, almost says something about how she shouldn’t be out flying by herself but remembers that he’s out by himself and stops himself before he opens his mouth.
His expression crumples when she speaks next and he frowns hard. (Though there is some small part of him that is proud of himself for being able to sound much tougher than he’d felt). Did she really think he would have attacked her? He shrinks, ducking his head, peering at her with a kind of sadness in his dark blue eyes.
“You really think I’d attack you?” he asks, clearly wounded. “I’m just a kid,” he adds, as if children are incapable of bad things. He shrugs after a moment, as if all is forgiven. “We should probably stick together until you’re feeling better if boulders are just exploding around here. What’s your name? Mine’s Starlore.”
starlore
@[Cheri]