12-01-2016, 04:48 PM
“I'm Clarisse. Clari for short.”
Eri gives a hesitant nod, relaxing a little more now that the mare isn’t calling suggesting Eri call her Mommy. Her eyes return to the chestnut stallion, waiting for him to speak, but before the stranger has a chance to open his mouth, another shape comes crashing through the bushes.
“FOOL! What are YOU doing?!” Eri stares at the newcomer with wide eyes. Something is clearly going on, something not entirely to do with her. She starts taking slow steps backwards, every once in a while glancing behind herself, trying to look for an exit. Maybe she can escape while they are all distracted …
But unfortunately she’d already backed herself into a little hollow - a corner formed by two large rocks - during her previous outburst, so instead she huddles, trying to make herself as small as possible. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll all forget about her.
And, at least for the moment, they seem to have. The eyes of the grey mare are fixed on the newcomer, and the newcomer’s eyes are fixed on the chestnut stallion who’s now saying something about escorting (she has no idea what that means), home, and a long journey. Eri does her best to remain small and quiet … until the stallion announces that she (there’s no question of to whom he is referring) is sick. “I’m not sick! I just can’t find my Mommy!”
Eri gives a hesitant nod, relaxing a little more now that the mare isn’t calling suggesting Eri call her Mommy. Her eyes return to the chestnut stallion, waiting for him to speak, but before the stranger has a chance to open his mouth, another shape comes crashing through the bushes.
“FOOL! What are YOU doing?!” Eri stares at the newcomer with wide eyes. Something is clearly going on, something not entirely to do with her. She starts taking slow steps backwards, every once in a while glancing behind herself, trying to look for an exit. Maybe she can escape while they are all distracted …
But unfortunately she’d already backed herself into a little hollow - a corner formed by two large rocks - during her previous outburst, so instead she huddles, trying to make herself as small as possible. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll all forget about her.
And, at least for the moment, they seem to have. The eyes of the grey mare are fixed on the newcomer, and the newcomer’s eyes are fixed on the chestnut stallion who’s now saying something about escorting (she has no idea what that means), home, and a long journey. Eri does her best to remain small and quiet … until the stallion announces that she (there’s no question of to whom he is referring) is sick. “I’m not sick! I just can’t find my Mommy!”