05-20-2020, 01:21 PM
Her mind is elsewhere, the warm sun baking her body as she tries to get her mind to bring thoughts of her history into focus. All she can conjure are blurred figures and murmured voices of a life in the past. Every so often, Bru ponders over where she may have come from. She vividly remembers the smell of the ocean, and that is all she can clearly recall. Perhaps that is why she always seeks water, it reminds her of what once was. Regardless of how deep the memories may be buried, she knows that seeking the truth will only bring her pain. So she settles for wading knee deep in the water, silently debating to herself on a nap in the warmth.
She does not go unbothered for long. A short time after her internal napping debate, the water begins to ripple, gently at first. A heavy breath leaves her nostrils as her lazy lids begin to lift, black eyes meeting a mouthful of pointed teeth. It would be a lie to say her heart didn't flutter nervously in her chest upon first glance at those chompers. After staring into the mouth of the beast for what felt like forever, she pulls her eyes from his pearly whites and takes in the rest of him. The silence is still between them, almost tense. They seem to look over each other before the scaly beast finally speaks. A reptilian grin lands on his face as he asks about her spiders, earning a snort from the golden mare.
"They live there and I don't wish to bother them, as long as they don't bother me. I'm not for or against them." She rolls her eyes in her head in an attempt to catch view of the spiders, but ultimately cannot and settles for searching for them in her reflection.
“Where are you from, scales?” She then prods the -surprisingly handsome- beast, genuinely curious where an equid like that may hail from. She tilts her head to the side curiously, pink mane bouncing energetically with her every move. She wants to know more about him, as much as she may be offput by his smile.
A brief moment passes between her and the stallion, and she will not take her black eyes off of him. There is an air of danger that hovers around him. And with those teeth? She can only assume predator. Another shiny mare like herself seemed to join them, dipping her head to drink before greeting them with a simple hello. Bru nodded her head, antlers pointed at the other mare, almost defensive. If she’d known she’d get this much attention, she would’ve stayed in the shadows.
Bru grins, sheepishly, at the other two horses near her. They both emanate danger, though she is unsure if it’s rolling off them in waves or it’s her nerves making her interpret them that way. She’s never much liked attention, never been part of a group, never been loved. She always wonders what it may be like, to love or to belong, but she does not let her mind linger on the subject. It saddens her to think about.
Yet another horse works its way over, though Bru feels much more comfortable with this one's approach. Bru herself has never been much of a fighter, more of a flee-er or a talker. The newest addition to their group seems less predatory than the first two, but Bru does not let her guard down. She backs up a step, moving into the shallower water in case a quick escape is necessary. Her almost too skinny body facing the other three. The third welcomes her, and she smiles back, warmly this time. “Thank you.” She says politely. She does not want to tip the scales against her, doesn’t want to step on any toes.
“Bru.” She offers her nickname simply, black eyes moving from face to face. She is anxious to see what happens next.
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