07-03-2017, 09:42 PM
All the mountains of coins I've thrown will bought the wish I've cast them for.“ _______________________________________________________________________________ He pulls back in response to her own sudden movement, lowering his head in an act of passiveness. He seemed sincere, but Vespara was ever the skeptic. When your own father had been a wolf in sheep’s clothing it made you leery of everyone. But his apology sounded genuine, and she can feel heat rising to her cheeks. She knew that she was often quick to assume the worst in everyone, and sometimes it got the best of her. As much as she did not always like to own up to her mistakes, this wouldn’t be the first or last time that she had been abrupt with a stranger that truly meant no harm. ”I’m sorry,” she says softly, her own delicate head dropping just slightly. ”You just surprised me.” The muscles that had once been spring-tight beneath her golden coat slowly began to uncoil, even though her eyes continued to watch him guardedly. ”My name is Vespara. And just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” A slow simper pulls at the corner of her honey-colored lips, tilting her head towards him knowingly. Vespara had always been on her own. Being alone was nothing new to her. Her mother had been caring but unreliable. Elentári was the type that struggled to take care of herself and her own emotions, much less those of her children. The sound of the wolf howl rising in to air, and even though it wasn’t the first time she had heard such a sound she felt her blood run cold and her hair begin to prickle. She notices then that he has turned to leave, and again the war inside of her starts up. She was not as helpless as she seemed. She had survived in the wilderness on her own for years, and she had the scars to prove it. But the call had sounded close, and she also wasn’t stupid. It was natural instinct to want to be with a herd, or at the very least another horse, especially when danger was nearby. ”I’m not waiting for anyone,” the words come quickly from her mouth, glancing back towards the sound of the predator and then back to the white stallion. There is a request on the tip of her tongue, the wanting to ask him to stay, or to let her go with him, but for some reason she can’t seem to bring herself to say it. But she takes a step in his direction, the only sign that she will give that she doesn’t want him to go. _______________________________________________________________________________ don't fail me, you're all I know buonarroti x elentári |