isn't she lovely?
The field is casual as always with a soft murmur of discussion carrying to her ears. They twitch with every shift, her eyes following the the shadows of birds and the blades of grass tilting with the breeze. Soothing, soft.
And then she sees him.
He is dark with a harsh red and she wonders if it’s magic or just how he is. Should she be worried of fire, or is he just as normal as she has come to be?
Normal; how pathetic.
He observes and she returns his favor. As a child Ruth would’ve marched over to him with wide eyes and a gulp-load of questions, but now she understands the importance of an analysis. Stranger danger. Ears flicker forward and backward, wondering what he is thinking and wishing now she understood the art of telepathy.
And then: what if he has telepathy?
Embarrassment begins to swallows her but her invisible flushed cheeks are short lived as the pegasus-like creature marched himself into their mutual silence. He is effortless in his step but courageous in his presence and Ruth feels ignited by it all.
Her heart pounds and her voice chalks into dust, how long had it been since she had interacted? How long had it been since she interacted with a stallion?
Her heart doesn’t flicker to Kalil like it used to; a harsh pinch followed by an upsetting heaviness that crowds her chest. Instead, it just exists. A memory that had burned every inch of what mattered and left a layer of soot.
“No,” she finds her voice before she finds her mind and lands her gaze on the bold greeter, “I aware I am in the field.”
He did ask if she is lost, right?
And then she sees him.
He is dark with a harsh red and she wonders if it’s magic or just how he is. Should she be worried of fire, or is he just as normal as she has come to be?
Normal; how pathetic.
He observes and she returns his favor. As a child Ruth would’ve marched over to him with wide eyes and a gulp-load of questions, but now she understands the importance of an analysis. Stranger danger. Ears flicker forward and backward, wondering what he is thinking and wishing now she understood the art of telepathy.
And then: what if he has telepathy?
Embarrassment begins to swallows her but her invisible flushed cheeks are short lived as the pegasus-like creature marched himself into their mutual silence. He is effortless in his step but courageous in his presence and Ruth feels ignited by it all.
Her heart pounds and her voice chalks into dust, how long had it been since she had interacted? How long had it been since she interacted with a stallion?
Her heart doesn’t flicker to Kalil like it used to; a harsh pinch followed by an upsetting heaviness that crowds her chest. Instead, it just exists. A memory that had burned every inch of what mattered and left a layer of soot.
“No,” she finds her voice before she finds her mind and lands her gaze on the bold greeter, “I aware I am in the field.”
He did ask if she is lost, right?
Ruthless
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