08-06-2015, 01:08 PM
Saige Ceol
"Her head is a living forest full of song birds..."
She felt them.
His lips upon her coat, moving slowly enough for her to understand. She felt them, and she knew in that moment that he was anything but a hallucination. The young mare wasn't quite sure how to take it. To flee, or stay? Her thoughts swirled through her mind along with the voices, creating a spiraling tornado of words. Yet one thought stood out more than the others. It fled to the forefront, blocking her vision in a blockade of letters. Her vision was clouded with what seemed like possibilities, yet the letters hit her hard as she felt the surprisingly gentle touch of the stallion flee from her skin. Her coat was now cold from where his touch had left her, yet with the thoughts swirling into chaos, the thought of his name upon her skin warmed her.
Rocinante.
Her coat was left with the after effect of his name, her eyes darting toward him in some sort of fascination. He was reality when all else seemed like an illusion. He was what I was waiting for. The thoughts fled through her mind as soon as they appeared, fear coursing through her in what was to come. She had never been with strangers, as she had grown up in a herd that was secluded from the rest of civilization. She didn't know what quite to expect from him, yet as she stared at him and his tall figure, she couldn't help but feel.....safe.
"Saige," Her name tumbled from her lips like a lifeless breath, sounding almost like a gasp among the field. Her eyes still darted around her, her feet still shuffled upon the ground, and yet she stayed. Your own family ran you off; what makes you think he wants you? The slam of the voices knocked her back a few steps, making her shake her head in another spasm. She was hurt. Not by the cuts or the bruises or the scars. But by the hate her herd now had for her, the hate for the disease crawling through her mind. Her eyes watered before she glanced back up at the stallion, shaking the tears from her eyes. "My name is Saige." To her, the silence from the stallion wasn't even a problem. She felt it somewhat soothing from the loudness inside of her head.
ooc: I'm sorry it's so much shorter. I wasn't quite sure what else to put. c:
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The Voices. - Teal. - Speech.