The Tundra.
Her blood once ruled there, but that was generations ago. It was when women were prohibited unless they wanted to be used as toys to settle the sex drive of stallions. Once, it was a place for unambitious broodmares, but this girl’s enthusiasm quietly speaks of change. The kindness she offers is unexpected as it the amiable grin that stretches across her lips almost as if she isn’t in front of a monster.
Estela watches with mild interest as her thoughts revert to the old ways of the kingdom. With narrowed eyes she can’t help but sharply ask, ”The Tundramen are giving their broodmares enough freedom to recruit?” It’s brasher than she anticipated, but she doesn’t reel back in self-surprise. Unyielding, she watches the joyous girl. There’s more confusion than anything that’s clouding her perception. In spite of her doubts, she still offers her name. ”Estela,” her voice is sweetened poison, her gold-flecked eyes a vortex to lose oneself in.
She inches forward as she searches Josie’s face. There is happiness radiating from her. She loves her home; wouldn’t that be the reason she’s out here? But what has changed so much in the last couple years that the world granted female power in the Bachelor kingdom? Were the men unable to hold their own? An inward chuckle breaks her thoughts, but her attention never strays from Josie. ”Why are you there?” Unable to restrain the sharpness of her tongue Estela lets the question hang tensely in the air between them.
It’s her talons and the stories of grandfather that define her.
Her blood once ruled there, but that was generations ago. It was when women were prohibited unless they wanted to be used as toys to settle the sex drive of stallions. Once, it was a place for unambitious broodmares, but this girl’s enthusiasm quietly speaks of change. The kindness she offers is unexpected as it the amiable grin that stretches across her lips almost as if she isn’t in front of a monster.
Estela watches with mild interest as her thoughts revert to the old ways of the kingdom. With narrowed eyes she can’t help but sharply ask, ”The Tundramen are giving their broodmares enough freedom to recruit?” It’s brasher than she anticipated, but she doesn’t reel back in self-surprise. Unyielding, she watches the joyous girl. There’s more confusion than anything that’s clouding her perception. In spite of her doubts, she still offers her name. ”Estela,” her voice is sweetened poison, her gold-flecked eyes a vortex to lose oneself in.
She inches forward as she searches Josie’s face. There is happiness radiating from her. She loves her home; wouldn’t that be the reason she’s out here? But what has changed so much in the last couple years that the world granted female power in the Bachelor kingdom? Were the men unable to hold their own? An inward chuckle breaks her thoughts, but her attention never strays from Josie. ”Why are you there?” Unable to restrain the sharpness of her tongue Estela lets the question hang tensely in the air between them.
It’s her talons and the stories of grandfather that define her.
Estela
lies are dripping off your face