05-11-2015, 03:21 PM
This isn't the first time she has met a horse without words. Her own sister had been born with a stutter, her brother never spoke a word his entire life. How she was the only one of the trio to be spared, to have full use of her vocal cords, was anyone's guess. To be honest, it's the first time she has fully considered the matter. She does not, of course, know that he can't speak, initially. She just stands their patiently, judgemental, allowing him time. Sometimes all someone needs is a little time, to come out of their shell, just as her adopted son had once done. He hadn't spoken a word either, but she loved him no less.
Perhaps she attracts these wordless beasts, with enough wind on her lungs to talk for two if she must.
He does soon rattle forth a vague sound. Supposedly his name, though she doesn't quite catch it. Sadly, her talents do not quite extend to magic and telepathy. Her begin and end with her ability to bend the sun.
She smiles at him though, nodding as though she has understood him perfectly. No use wearing out his vocal cords in effort, besides, faces and just as important as names. She bobs her head, gesturing toward the oasis and the inviting pool of water. "Fancy a swim? I know I do. I've never really got used to this desert heat. My ancestors were much more at home in a tundra than on a sand dune," she smirks, because no doubt he can already see that from her thick wooly coat and large feathered feet. Not built like an Arab at all.
The buckskin leads the way, snorting out as the cool water laps against her sides, relief in an exhalation. She smiles, closes her eyes, enjoys the massaging ebb and flow of the current. After a moment, she looks back, wondering if her new friend will join her.
Perhaps she attracts these wordless beasts, with enough wind on her lungs to talk for two if she must.
He does soon rattle forth a vague sound. Supposedly his name, though she doesn't quite catch it. Sadly, her talents do not quite extend to magic and telepathy. Her begin and end with her ability to bend the sun.
She smiles at him though, nodding as though she has understood him perfectly. No use wearing out his vocal cords in effort, besides, faces and just as important as names. She bobs her head, gesturing toward the oasis and the inviting pool of water. "Fancy a swim? I know I do. I've never really got used to this desert heat. My ancestors were much more at home in a tundra than on a sand dune," she smirks, because no doubt he can already see that from her thick wooly coat and large feathered feet. Not built like an Arab at all.
The buckskin leads the way, snorting out as the cool water laps against her sides, relief in an exhalation. She smiles, closes her eyes, enjoys the massaging ebb and flow of the current. After a moment, she looks back, wondering if her new friend will join her.