06-14-2017, 12:13 PM
Iset
goddamn right
you should be scared of me
Thats no fair. This horse, caught in a struggle between girl and woman, had a built in weapon. Bony spikes emerge from her softly dappled coat and pepper her back and sides before spreading to the ridges of her face. Iset can’t help but stretch her neck out a little closer, getting a minutely closer look the protrusions littering the body of the filly. you should be scared of me
She was a traveler, much like Siba. But she was young, definitely young enough to take residency in Hyaline. Her voice was riddled with frustration, something Iset was accustomed to hearing in the voices of others once she started speaking.
She needs Amet. She was no good at this diplomatic stuff, and struggled to find the words to tell the filly that she was welcome in Hyaline, just not in her mountains. Iset knew that this was one of those times that she needed to chose her words carefully, lest the other girl give her a matching scar on the other side of her neck.
Her voice is overpowered by the wind that had begun whipping through the craggy peaks the moment the sun had started to go down, and Iset struggles to hear the words that leave the girl’s mouth. She seems to be resigning, to be leaving the mountain before any conflict between the two fillies can ensue, but before she has time to turn and retreat, Amet butts his shiny scaled nose into the situation.
He screeches to a stop by her side, and thought Iset is somewhat grateful for his presence (at least now she couldn’t mess things up further), she had been strangely excited to handle this newcomer on her own. The next one, perhaps, she muses.
Amet taps his shoulder into his sister, just as she so often does to him. Their small sign that everything is okay, and that the siblings still stood together. Her light frame rocks gently at the contact, and she rolls her eyes at her brother’s comment, “It’s not my fault they’re so easy to scare off!” She defends loudly, “Consider it their preliminary training; they need to have at least some backbone,” the last part is mumbled, but in Iset’s mind its true. If they were meant to be training these foals, the latter needed to have some guts going into it.
Amet tosses a wink her direction, numbing the sting of his words slightly. Unfortunately, she was actually beginning to respect her brother and care about what he said and thought of her, something she was very uncomfortable with indeed.
She returns her golden gaze to the smokey black filly, “Sure, you can stay. But Hyaline is down there,” she tosses her nose the the crystalline lake below them, “These are my mountains. Besides,” she adds, a cheeky grin angled towards her brother, “It seems my brother has a little crush on you, so it might be best if you stay.”
A cackling laugh escapes her mouth, unable to resist a chance to rib her brother and his love life.