Do you hear her? {Open}

[Saige Ceol]

i'm breaking out, escaping now;
feeling my faith erode

He's onto you, Saige. Can't you hear? He knows you're insane.

She winced, her head pulling down, her feet shuffling once again in a nervous habit. She didn't think he would notice, but what did she expect when she had thrashed about and made a fool of herself? A sigh passed her tired lips, her eyes darting into the trees. The heat had come, just like this stallion. And whether or not he would banish her or hurt her because she was mad was unclear as of right now. But she hoped neither was true. Not now. Not today. Not when she had come so far.

So instead of focusing on his question right now, she stared at him once more, but not in the same way. Her eyes were searching. Searching for what? A clue that she could hold against him, something that she could take to the grave with her if he so called 'harmed' her. But nothing was seen except for his coat. A coat that she wasn't familiar with, as in her herd, they had almost all looked the same. The same colours at least. But he was different, special almost. And in some way, that eased her voices. For only just a moment. Walk away, Saige. He's dangerous. Walk away. But she didn't. For once in her life, she didn't listen to the rueful voices clogging up her thoughts. She only stood there, her knees shaking and her hips tight in order to hold herself upright. As the fatigue was wearing on her, just like the dry blood that she had somehow forgotten within that moment. Just like his question.

"You can't get what can't be seen." Her words weren't really words, just a breeze upon her lips and floating through the air to meet him. In one spectrum, she hoped he had heard them, yet on another, she hoped it was blown into the breeze, just like her thoughts. Another sigh followed suit, but she tried to hold it back once more. Sighing never fixed her problems, and she was sure it wouldn't today either. Her already twisted ears flickered back and forth, searching for something, listening for something father than what she had within her head, yet she heard nothing. Just like always, she heard nothing.

"You're name," A sudden thought popped upon her lips, just as fast as it had entered her head. Her eyes darted toward him quickly, her body becoming silent as she stared before she realized there was no question to her soft-spoken whisper. "What is your name?" She asked quickly, quietly, afraid of the answer. For what reason? She wasn't sure. But she needed to know just like she needed to breathe. Why?

Because the voices told her she needed to know.

Saige Ceol