01-13-2018, 11:32 AM
Luck was a strange concept. One could argue that Raewen's lot in life thus far had been unlucky compared to the freedom that the horses of Beqanna enjoyed. Raewen, on the other hand, had felt extremely lucky to have such a caring man to watch out for her. She had felt entirely unlucky to become lost here. She was unsure of how she felt about meeting Wound and coming to Tephra, but in her case it was extremely lucky that she did not see the exploding crab. Such a sight would surely have sent the poor creature careening over the edge.
The young colt's coloring was quite enough for her sensibilities. She had barely recovered from seeing Wound's deformed front leg and now she was expected to believe that there were horses of every color of the rainbow here as well? She felt faint at the sight of him. What more could this strange and unnatural land harbor?
And as luck would have it, she is saved from the awkwardness that would surely be her long pause as she contemplated these things she does not understand by Wound's reappearance. She allows herself to breathe easier at the sight of the mare, glad that she was not alone after all. Wound's words are reassuring, and her nonchalant treatment of the odd colt make Raewen look past the unusual colors for now. She does her best to acknowledge the boy with a polite nod and a smile before turning to Wound.
"Thank you for all of your help." She says weakly. Perhaps it was the full night of sleep, or the relaxing of some of her tension, but she finally notices Wound's bulging sides and realizes what that must mean. Her heart sinks a little to know that her friend would be busy with more maternal issues for a while. She knows she can search for her home on her own, but she had begun to count on the mare's assistance. Was she right back at square one? She musters up her manners and smiles, even if the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier - congratulations. Sorry for making you worry so much."
@[wound] @[Wildling]
The young colt's coloring was quite enough for her sensibilities. She had barely recovered from seeing Wound's deformed front leg and now she was expected to believe that there were horses of every color of the rainbow here as well? She felt faint at the sight of him. What more could this strange and unnatural land harbor?
And as luck would have it, she is saved from the awkwardness that would surely be her long pause as she contemplated these things she does not understand by Wound's reappearance. She allows herself to breathe easier at the sight of the mare, glad that she was not alone after all. Wound's words are reassuring, and her nonchalant treatment of the odd colt make Raewen look past the unusual colors for now. She does her best to acknowledge the boy with a polite nod and a smile before turning to Wound.
"Thank you for all of your help." She says weakly. Perhaps it was the full night of sleep, or the relaxing of some of her tension, but she finally notices Wound's bulging sides and realizes what that must mean. Her heart sinks a little to know that her friend would be busy with more maternal issues for a while. She knows she can search for her home on her own, but she had begun to count on the mare's assistance. Was she right back at square one? She musters up her manners and smiles, even if the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier - congratulations. Sorry for making you worry so much."
@[wound] @[Wildling]