Thoughts kept creeping back into her head, exploding like fireworks in her mind. It was frustrating to her because she was usually more in control of her mind and emotions. She needed to focus on something and she was in luck. A strong mare started to interact with a younger soul not too far from Sakara. She watched intently as the mare helped the filly find her mother. The ghost mare's expression changed slightly, from contentment to indifference, but only for a brief moment. Foals were not her forte, especially someone else's. Not that she had any of her own. She would probably become bored of it, like she bore of everyone else.
The bay mare started her way and before she knew it, they were face to face. It had to have been quite comical to see the mares so close to each other. Although Sakara was slightly taller, the new mare was right there with her. It was rare that Sakara could look a mare in the eye, instead of looking down upon her. This dark mare was strong and built, and looked as if she had great stamina. She glanced down at her own body and saw skin and bones.
A small, sly smile slithered onto her pink lips. You're not from here. A small laugh escaped from her lips, not at the mare in particular, but at the situation itself. Do you want to be here? The question took her back slightly. Ghost white ears pricked higher on her head and blue orbs opened wider. It put her on alert for a split second. Her mother’s words of warning echoed through her head. Be wary of strangers, she often told her when she was younger, which seemed like lifetimes ago.
Old habits die hard.
But much had changed since then, and strangers didn't startle her anymore. Blue eyes searched the bay mares face and another small smile crept onto her face. ""Depends on who's asking, lovely."" Her words seem to wake herself up. She took a small step toward the mare with her skinny legs. It was almost as if with every step her leg bones were in danger of breaking. They could snap like twigs, unlike the mare standing before her. She had a pretty face and a strong body. The ghost mare wondered why a pretty thing like this was in a place like this. The ending of that thought almost made her disgusted.
The field saddened her. Hopeful horses were everywhere, just waiting to be taken to a home. This left them vulnerable to let any horse walk up to them. The souls with bad intentions, the riff raff. She wondered how much she fell into the riff raff section. She didn't see herself as such, but who knows what others thought. Not that she cared all that much. She turned her attention back to the bay mare. Blue eyes tried to meet golden eyes. "I'm Sakara." Her tone was as friendly as she could muster.
SAKARA
CAN YOU TELL FROM THE LOOK IN OUR EYES? WE'RE GOING NOWHERE.
CAN YOU TELL FROM THE LOOK IN OUR EYES? WE'RE GOING NOWHERE.
@Wishbone