The comfort she finds in the embodiment of the stallion unnerves her. He invokes a sense of peace, as though she had known him all along. They are close in height, she bore a paler shade than her mother but the same dark hair that swept to obscure her eyes from time to time. October spoke little of her father, though as a child, the buckskin mare had told a fairy tale of their courting, they love, a spell of spider silk lies (though Oakheart had not known better) and even so October had maintained that her father had left to better their lives and had yet returned seeking fortune.
But Oak sees similarities in this stallion. The glint of a sharp eye, the dart of a tongue. The way they seemed to share the same crooked smirk, the sarcasm, the dry humor, the wittiness...
Oak knows deep down, it was too similar, too coincidental. After all this time? Oakheart steals a few glances at the male and in the light of the small snowflakes that drifted drunkenly down. Her own eyes flick to her hooves as they moved in near perfectly matched paces. "I feel like I know you." The mare's words are murmured, encased in a frosty plume of air. She wants to continue further with her suspicion but how ludicrous would it to be to accuse a stranger of being her father after years? Now if it were Carnage or Rea (like half the people she knew) then it wouldn't be that shocking to make such claim but for now she allows her words to float between them...to see how he would respond.
But Oak sees similarities in this stallion. The glint of a sharp eye, the dart of a tongue. The way they seemed to share the same crooked smirk, the sarcasm, the dry humor, the wittiness...
Oak knows deep down, it was too similar, too coincidental. After all this time? Oakheart steals a few glances at the male and in the light of the small snowflakes that drifted drunkenly down. Her own eyes flick to her hooves as they moved in near perfectly matched paces. "I feel like I know you." The mare's words are murmured, encased in a frosty plume of air. She wants to continue further with her suspicion but how ludicrous would it to be to accuse a stranger of being her father after years? Now if it were Carnage or Rea (like half the people she knew) then it wouldn't be that shocking to make such claim but for now she allows her words to float between them...to see how he would respond.
Oakheart
Manhattan x October