Brigha was pulled from her dark thoughts when the brindle mare entered her vision. She eyed her bitterly as she too, took shelter under the tree. Out of all the trees in this field, why this one? Brigha found her presence annoying, like the rain she claimed to love. Although, it was nice to hear a voice again, however, she'd prefer it to talk about something other than the rain. Brigha stiffened as the brindle mare asked her question, a question she found prying.
"Why do you care?" She snorted, channeling her frustration into a sour tone. It did not matter whether the brindle mare deserved it or not, Brigha wore her unpleasant mood on her coat for the whole world to see. She pinned her ears at the other mare. Why did she care? No one ever cared.
The steady rain gave way to a sudden, deafening downpour. Water cascaded down around the tree as the raindrops slipped through more frequently. Brigha shook her ratted mane as the droplets tapped her neck. It was better being under here than out there, she guessed.
Brigha turned her away from the encroaching mare and sighed. She'd rather look at the drowning grass than this stranger. Truth be told, She felt guilt gnaw at her heart for her sour words. This mare had not wronged her yet, only asked a mere question, but she had all ready spat them from her mouth. However, her heart felt so withered she almost did not care. Almost.
"I'm not hiding," She said spiritlessly. "I'm just... I don't know."
"Why do you care?" She snorted, channeling her frustration into a sour tone. It did not matter whether the brindle mare deserved it or not, Brigha wore her unpleasant mood on her coat for the whole world to see. She pinned her ears at the other mare. Why did she care? No one ever cared.
The steady rain gave way to a sudden, deafening downpour. Water cascaded down around the tree as the raindrops slipped through more frequently. Brigha shook her ratted mane as the droplets tapped her neck. It was better being under here than out there, she guessed.
Brigha turned her away from the encroaching mare and sighed. She'd rather look at the drowning grass than this stranger. Truth be told, She felt guilt gnaw at her heart for her sour words. This mare had not wronged her yet, only asked a mere question, but she had all ready spat them from her mouth. However, her heart felt so withered she almost did not care. Almost.
"I'm not hiding," She said spiritlessly. "I'm just... I don't know."