02-04-2016, 01:44 PM
Asimi had just began to settle herself, her grey ears had ceased to flick back and forth, finally taking a mouthful of grass, before beginning to bend her knees to lay herself down in the grass when the other appeared. He was a stallion - that struck her first, making the mare straighten herself and hold her head higher. It was not a hostile position, more of a slightly surprised one.
Her dark eyes stared at him a moment, the white and brown splashes of paint across his body was something almost absurd to her - well, the sheer amount of white that covered his brown was. Of course, some of her half siblings had been paints. Her sire had been a stunning, near-white grey, so most foals of his faded out not long after birth. Asimi’s own brown-red shoulder was simply stubborn hairs that refused to change to white.
“H-heh-uh-heh-he-ahum! Hello,” She stammered around a moment before clearing her throat to force the word out. Each sound was clearly enunciated, spoken with precision and no weakness, but Asimi found it difficult to begin sentences. Her tongue often tied itself to the base of her mouth, refusing to form shapes needed to aid the sounds she was trying to make. Perhaps that was her problem? Perhaps her she was tongue-tied.
“Can I help you?” She continued, tilting her head to the side slightly. She was bewildered by him, of course, but curious. There was more warm curiosity than there was bewilderment etched onto her features. She’d not really met a stallion that was not her own kin. They were elusive, almost fantasy beings - although there was no doubting their existence in the world. So, what happened now?
Her dark eyes stared at him a moment, the white and brown splashes of paint across his body was something almost absurd to her - well, the sheer amount of white that covered his brown was. Of course, some of her half siblings had been paints. Her sire had been a stunning, near-white grey, so most foals of his faded out not long after birth. Asimi’s own brown-red shoulder was simply stubborn hairs that refused to change to white.
“H-heh-uh-heh-he-ahum! Hello,” She stammered around a moment before clearing her throat to force the word out. Each sound was clearly enunciated, spoken with precision and no weakness, but Asimi found it difficult to begin sentences. Her tongue often tied itself to the base of her mouth, refusing to form shapes needed to aid the sounds she was trying to make. Perhaps that was her problem? Perhaps her she was tongue-tied.
“Can I help you?” She continued, tilting her head to the side slightly. She was bewildered by him, of course, but curious. There was more warm curiosity than there was bewilderment etched onto her features. She’d not really met a stallion that was not her own kin. They were elusive, almost fantasy beings - although there was no doubting their existence in the world. So, what happened now?