03-19-2020, 03:13 AM
The silence accompanying the two wasn't uncomfortable, and if it there wasn't the crashing waves on the horizon before settling back into the ocean and kicking up with the tide to lap at the hooves of the young horses, it would've even been peaceful. But there was something stirring in the air, something lingering within Taiga's shadows that Kalil worried would bring destruction.
A thought entered his mind, fleetingly, and he did his best to push it out, for it only brought dark memories. He did not want to focus on that right now; he could tell there was something wrong. There was an underlying tension in Ruth's shoulders; her crest was stiff, her stature unnerved. Her tail was tucked against her hindquarters, a sign of tension and nervousness. She was trying to mask it with calm breathing, but Kalil could tell she was forcing it to a degree.
It wasn't relaxed in a way that said she was truly okay; she was hiding something. And he wanted to ask her what was bothering her, to badger her until she got whatever was bugging her off her chest so that she could feel better. But he was not the kind to force anything, to force any horse to speak if they did not wish. He would just be there for his friend until she was ready, whether that was an hour or a whole season from now.
Kalil felt Ruth lean into his side more, and shifted his weight onto his right legs to better support both her and himself so they wouldn't fall. He blew warm air from his nostrils onto her shiny coat, now thinned out since shedding the winter fur their species grew to protect them from the cold season.
Before she speaks, Ruth turns her head into the colt's neck, stating something that wasn't exactly foreign knowledge. But Kalil made no sarcastic quip, rather, he maintained a steady presence, his chest calmly rising and falling with each breath.
"Indeed," there is not much more that can be said. Ruth was not wrong at all; there was a lot happening over the recent suns, not all of it good.
"My father is doing what he can, but there is a lot on his shoulders right now. And knowing what could be lurking out there..." Kalil trails off. He didn't wish to dampen the mood.
"I feel there is more brewing today than the storm," he hints at what could be troubling the filly, but leaving the option to tell him up to her.
@[Ruthless]
A thought entered his mind, fleetingly, and he did his best to push it out, for it only brought dark memories. He did not want to focus on that right now; he could tell there was something wrong. There was an underlying tension in Ruth's shoulders; her crest was stiff, her stature unnerved. Her tail was tucked against her hindquarters, a sign of tension and nervousness. She was trying to mask it with calm breathing, but Kalil could tell she was forcing it to a degree.
It wasn't relaxed in a way that said she was truly okay; she was hiding something. And he wanted to ask her what was bothering her, to badger her until she got whatever was bugging her off her chest so that she could feel better. But he was not the kind to force anything, to force any horse to speak if they did not wish. He would just be there for his friend until she was ready, whether that was an hour or a whole season from now.
Kalil felt Ruth lean into his side more, and shifted his weight onto his right legs to better support both her and himself so they wouldn't fall. He blew warm air from his nostrils onto her shiny coat, now thinned out since shedding the winter fur their species grew to protect them from the cold season.
Before she speaks, Ruth turns her head into the colt's neck, stating something that wasn't exactly foreign knowledge. But Kalil made no sarcastic quip, rather, he maintained a steady presence, his chest calmly rising and falling with each breath.
"Indeed," there is not much more that can be said. Ruth was not wrong at all; there was a lot happening over the recent suns, not all of it good.
"My father is doing what he can, but there is a lot on his shoulders right now. And knowing what could be lurking out there..." Kalil trails off. He didn't wish to dampen the mood.
"I feel there is more brewing today than the storm," he hints at what could be troubling the filly, but leaving the option to tell him up to her.
@[Ruthless]