Tall grasses, rustling trees, and birds chattering from the canopy were obvious sounds from almost all directions. Those sights, those sounds Tirzah knew and they were the anchor to her attempts at calming her. She sue looked uncomfortable, but that was nothing to the stuttering shell that stood in the field some time before. Despite her discomfort she hadn't fled. So there was that. Baby steps. It didn't take long for someone to approach. It was summer, and the common lands were busy this time of year. Tirzah had watched from the shadows, she knew how it worked, even if it was from a removed vantage point.
The mare who approached was proud, obviously self-assured, it was evident in every inch of her frame. The way she held her head, the look of superiority in eyes, and her sure foot stride. Or at least it looked that way to the more feeble chestnut. Maybe the mare was just as scared but to Tirzah the blue roan mare was something of awe-inspiring creature. Both of then within feet of eachother within a moments time, and the nervous chestnus did ok in the "don't panic" department even though she had to remind herself to breath. The other had no ill will in her stature, just confidence, and she surely wondered what was wrong with the meek thing before her. Again Tirzah could only guess, but it was her experience to have reason to doubt.
Her words fell over Tirzah and a moment passed, enough time for he to know there was no intrusion on her thoughts or mind for that matter. " You could say that, yet I am not new....just damaged, messed up childhood." It fell factual there on the ground. "damaged" a pile of letters on the ground between them. It wasn't attention seeking or self pity either, Tirzah had accepted her damaged mind a while ago. and therefore she was able to more forward-- at least a little. She caught the name of her visitor, Heartfire. and a small smile and nod was given before returning her own name. "A name is a good thing mine's Tirzah, what beckoned you to the meadow tody?" It wasn't bold, but it wasn't meek either. Maybe the confident of this new mare would teach dear Tirzah to not bee so scared.
Tirzah
In a mad world, only the mad are sane