01-02-2016, 03:14 PM
Her eyes widen in surprise – she had felt safe, secured and hidden in the bushes – when his gaze fell upon her. From her bold and brave action to seek for adventure, only a little though as she didn’t dare to actually leave the jungle yet, to a hesitant and suddenly shy little girl. Haru had honestly thought that the big black winged stranger wouldn’t be able to see her, even though she called out to him herself. So even though she had called out to him before she had realised what she had done, she was honestly surprised by the fact that he had noticed her.
She steps forward when he calls out to her, greeting her with a deep yet pleasant voice. Her gaze doesn’t leave him, well, except for the occasional times she casts her gaze down to look at the ground shyly. Haru is hesitant to move any further away from the Jungle’s border. It’s the first time that she sees the plains, the Jungle’s foliage is the only thing she knows and it scares the bay Arabian girl to be out in the open like this. But the hesitation and anxiousness is soon gone as the magical little horse appears. She doesn’t know how he does it, but she is amazed by it nonetheless. She is giggling lightly while her eyes follow the creature, slowly moving away further and further from the forest line.
When the little sand creature crumbles to a small pile of sand she was just about to jump up in the air, having an energetic outburst like only foals had. But instead the Arabian hybrid girl finds herself staring at the pile of sand, which is lighter coloured than the Jungle’s ground, a pout growing on her lips. ”It’s gone..” she mumbles, stating the fact bluntly. Haru steps closer to the small pile, her dished head dropping as she reaches out for it. ”Why are you gone..?”
The adult’s conversation is the thing that pulls her away from the small pile and although she doesn’t forget about it completely – the little magical creature is somewhere far away in her mind – she turns to look at them. A smile grows upon her lips as she spots one of her mother’s sisters. Haru hasn’t seen this gold and white mare before, but her scent is like a sweet lullaby, comforting and known. It’s enough for the young girl to move further away from the jungle’s safeness and instead sticking close to the forest it is as she is glued to Rhy’s side, yet her curious gaze doesn’t leave the big black winged man’s figure.
She steps forward when he calls out to her, greeting her with a deep yet pleasant voice. Her gaze doesn’t leave him, well, except for the occasional times she casts her gaze down to look at the ground shyly. Haru is hesitant to move any further away from the Jungle’s border. It’s the first time that she sees the plains, the Jungle’s foliage is the only thing she knows and it scares the bay Arabian girl to be out in the open like this. But the hesitation and anxiousness is soon gone as the magical little horse appears. She doesn’t know how he does it, but she is amazed by it nonetheless. She is giggling lightly while her eyes follow the creature, slowly moving away further and further from the forest line.
When the little sand creature crumbles to a small pile of sand she was just about to jump up in the air, having an energetic outburst like only foals had. But instead the Arabian hybrid girl finds herself staring at the pile of sand, which is lighter coloured than the Jungle’s ground, a pout growing on her lips. ”It’s gone..” she mumbles, stating the fact bluntly. Haru steps closer to the small pile, her dished head dropping as she reaches out for it. ”Why are you gone..?”
The adult’s conversation is the thing that pulls her away from the small pile and although she doesn’t forget about it completely – the little magical creature is somewhere far away in her mind – she turns to look at them. A smile grows upon her lips as she spots one of her mother’s sisters. Haru hasn’t seen this gold and white mare before, but her scent is like a sweet lullaby, comforting and known. It’s enough for the young girl to move further away from the jungle’s safeness and instead sticking close to the forest it is as she is glued to Rhy’s side, yet her curious gaze doesn’t leave the big black winged man’s figure.
HARU
my mother is the heart that keeps me alive