10-16-2019, 04:37 PM
The wandering stallion smiled uncertainly as the lass suddenly burst forth with curiosity. He couldn't blame her for wanting to know as much as she could about the condition, yet his solitary nature made it a bit difficult to open up.
But in listening to her, he realized that he had no right to be recalcitrant. If he could say anything to help the girl on her way, he would do his best to put the right words into being. "It has its challenges, yes. You can't tell, I don't think, but my face and legs are covered in scars from various... encounters, with nature." Wry notes peppered his tone as he spoke. It was simply a fact of his life, that there were sticks and stones he wouldn't be quick enough to avoid.
He chuckled softly, the ropes of white hair falling in his face as his head dropped a degree. It was the same trick his sire had adopted long ago, to let his thick forelock obscure his useless eyes. It had started as a courtesy to help others feel more at ease when he was younger, but now it functioned more as a nervous tick than a conscious action.
Leaning into the insubstantial warmth of Antares at his side, thankful that the star had found him when he did. "I lost my way from home when I was six months old." He admitted, regret plain on his face. "I didn't meet Antares until I was two. He helped me find my family again, but by then wandering had just become part of me. I couldn't stay on my birth island for the rest of my life, even if that might have been the safer option. The world is too big to ignore, so we experience it any way we can."
His head dropped a little more, finding the tickling wisps of hair just beneath his chin. She'd moved closer since they'd started talking, quiet enough while she spoke. One hot breath left him to ruffle her hair, before he took a polite step backward. She would learn how to stay put when speaking to others, if her blindness lasted much longer.
"What is it you need to do, to have your sight returned?" The nighttime stallion asked softly, hoping it wasn't anything too difficult. She was young though, and likely more adaptable than many grown horses would be in the same situation. And she wasn't alone. That gave him faith that she would accomplish her task, whatever it was.
@[Felicitey]
But in listening to her, he realized that he had no right to be recalcitrant. If he could say anything to help the girl on her way, he would do his best to put the right words into being. "It has its challenges, yes. You can't tell, I don't think, but my face and legs are covered in scars from various... encounters, with nature." Wry notes peppered his tone as he spoke. It was simply a fact of his life, that there were sticks and stones he wouldn't be quick enough to avoid.
He chuckled softly, the ropes of white hair falling in his face as his head dropped a degree. It was the same trick his sire had adopted long ago, to let his thick forelock obscure his useless eyes. It had started as a courtesy to help others feel more at ease when he was younger, but now it functioned more as a nervous tick than a conscious action.
Leaning into the insubstantial warmth of Antares at his side, thankful that the star had found him when he did. "I lost my way from home when I was six months old." He admitted, regret plain on his face. "I didn't meet Antares until I was two. He helped me find my family again, but by then wandering had just become part of me. I couldn't stay on my birth island for the rest of my life, even if that might have been the safer option. The world is too big to ignore, so we experience it any way we can."
His head dropped a little more, finding the tickling wisps of hair just beneath his chin. She'd moved closer since they'd started talking, quiet enough while she spoke. One hot breath left him to ruffle her hair, before he took a polite step backward. She would learn how to stay put when speaking to others, if her blindness lasted much longer.
"What is it you need to do, to have your sight returned?" The nighttime stallion asked softly, hoping it wasn't anything too difficult. She was young though, and likely more adaptable than many grown horses would be in the same situation. And she wasn't alone. That gave him faith that she would accomplish her task, whatever it was.
@[Felicitey]