01-23-2018, 10:51 PM
Well this is rather unexpected!
He’d not counted on a third horse to be so near to them let alone a limping silver bay mare that he’s certain he recognizes only because his mother would have pointed her out to him and made sure he knew who she was. She is clearly winded though and goes to the red roan mare first, making sure she is soothed and settled. There is something very maternal about the act that makes him look away, thinking of all the times his own mother had done that to his siblings and himself though neither of the mares bear much of a resemblance to each other to be mother and daughter or even sisters. He’s smart enough to notice that.
By the time he looks back to both of them, the silver bay is introducing herself and the roan to him and inviting him to make an introduction back. She sounds entirely too cloying and sweet like his mother does when she expects him to act accordingly and his little ears flick back and forth. He’d much rather tuck tail and go back to practicing his shattering craft on more crabs but he cannot make his feet obey his brain. Mother instilled too much in him to let him bow out of something like this with a coward’s intent so he squares himself up and puffs out his little blue chest. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Wildling.”
The red roan mare is looking at him in a manner he finds a little unnerving. Enough so to make him scoot that much closer to Wound who seems to have her wits about her. Eventually the red roan smiles at him and he assumes it has something to do with the reassuring presence of Wound who is a buffer between the two roans, although his coloration is a bit more extreme but he has no idea that is what has thrown Raewen off. Probably because he was born this way and his father was naturally an unnatural blue color so it never crossed his mind that others came to this land not quite used to that.
The conversation has taken an altogether different turn to the point that congratulations are being offered and he cocks his head to the side, looking between the two until he notices that the silver bay’s sides definitely look a little thicker just like his mother’s have been getting. He realizes that explains the congratulations so he offers up his own meek mention of it, “Congratulations?” it came out more like an uncertain question than he’d intended it to be but Wildling was rather new to the ways of mares. New and not at all familiar with things like impending motherhood, and now he feels bad for thinking his mother was just getting fat!
@[Raewen] @[wound] he's so awkward lol
He’d not counted on a third horse to be so near to them let alone a limping silver bay mare that he’s certain he recognizes only because his mother would have pointed her out to him and made sure he knew who she was. She is clearly winded though and goes to the red roan mare first, making sure she is soothed and settled. There is something very maternal about the act that makes him look away, thinking of all the times his own mother had done that to his siblings and himself though neither of the mares bear much of a resemblance to each other to be mother and daughter or even sisters. He’s smart enough to notice that.
By the time he looks back to both of them, the silver bay is introducing herself and the roan to him and inviting him to make an introduction back. She sounds entirely too cloying and sweet like his mother does when she expects him to act accordingly and his little ears flick back and forth. He’d much rather tuck tail and go back to practicing his shattering craft on more crabs but he cannot make his feet obey his brain. Mother instilled too much in him to let him bow out of something like this with a coward’s intent so he squares himself up and puffs out his little blue chest. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Wildling.”
The red roan mare is looking at him in a manner he finds a little unnerving. Enough so to make him scoot that much closer to Wound who seems to have her wits about her. Eventually the red roan smiles at him and he assumes it has something to do with the reassuring presence of Wound who is a buffer between the two roans, although his coloration is a bit more extreme but he has no idea that is what has thrown Raewen off. Probably because he was born this way and his father was naturally an unnatural blue color so it never crossed his mind that others came to this land not quite used to that.
The conversation has taken an altogether different turn to the point that congratulations are being offered and he cocks his head to the side, looking between the two until he notices that the silver bay’s sides definitely look a little thicker just like his mother’s have been getting. He realizes that explains the congratulations so he offers up his own meek mention of it, “Congratulations?” it came out more like an uncertain question than he’d intended it to be but Wildling was rather new to the ways of mares. New and not at all familiar with things like impending motherhood, and now he feels bad for thinking his mother was just getting fat!