12-29-2018, 08:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2018, 08:36 PM by Astarielle.)
She wants to tell her right away, she really does. But the words stick in her throat, unable to let go of that last little bit of fear that she will be left behind...again. So she does not, the words choking her. But the mare continues, unperturbed by how she says nothing. That feeling of hope flares to life brighter inside her chest, almost burning her with its intensity. The mare takes a long look around and then asks her another question.
This one she can answer almost right away. She thinks about it and shrugs at first. She turns to look over her shoulder at the fairies that only looked grim when they were watching the interaction between adult and child. She had seen it only a few times before. But when she made eye contact with the one that she had been talking with, she smiles, her entire face softening. With an encouraging nod the fairy waves her hand towards Kensa before she disappears from view.
Astarielle turns to look back at the mare. She takes a long considering look, before her raspy voice slides uneasily from her lips. “Won’t leave me behind again? Take me with you?” She questions, tilting her head to look at her warily. Too bold perhaps. The open look on her face shifting into wariness, into that instance look of the filly protecting herself, protecting her heart from the hope that threatened to swallow her whole. She could live through not getting picked again, but it would hurt. Her trust would be broken and it would take everyone a long time to get through the wall she would build.
But speaking of what-ifs doesn’t change the right now. She waits, saying nothing else until Kensa answers her question.
@[Kensa]
This one she can answer almost right away. She thinks about it and shrugs at first. She turns to look over her shoulder at the fairies that only looked grim when they were watching the interaction between adult and child. She had seen it only a few times before. But when she made eye contact with the one that she had been talking with, she smiles, her entire face softening. With an encouraging nod the fairy waves her hand towards Kensa before she disappears from view.
Astarielle turns to look back at the mare. She takes a long considering look, before her raspy voice slides uneasily from her lips. “Won’t leave me behind again? Take me with you?” She questions, tilting her head to look at her warily. Too bold perhaps. The open look on her face shifting into wariness, into that instance look of the filly protecting herself, protecting her heart from the hope that threatened to swallow her whole. She could live through not getting picked again, but it would hurt. Her trust would be broken and it would take everyone a long time to get through the wall she would build.
But speaking of what-ifs doesn’t change the right now. She waits, saying nothing else until Kensa answers her question.
@[Kensa]