guess you're out of your mind 'til it actually happens
Their mama cuts to the quick with the spotted male and Brienna gives her head an imperceptible nod of approval. Bri turns her silver eyes to look up at her dam and her face softens when she looks away from Aodhan, when she peers up at her mother from beneath her pale lashes. It’s an easy look to read - appreciation. It touches the corners of her mouth and the yearling almost lifts them up in a smile.
For now, the spotted stallion is speaking about Roz again and Bri turns her white head to apprehensively stare at him. She wonders if he took another shape when he met this mare. Part of the yearling thinks that she can’t blame the way that her supposed grandmother would react if she encountered @[Aodhan] much the same way she had. Perhaps he had sharp teeth that gleamed menacingly when he smiled, perhaps there was a predatory glint in his green eyes when he approached her.
Snorting softly, Brienna doesn’t think her thoughts are entirely out of line.
It was a confusing situation to follow. If it was their granddam, why would she pretend to be somebody else?
The spotted filly looks to the ground and nearly kicks out at a rock, trying to stand patiently like their mother had encouraged them to do. (What good was a dancing Diplomat?) Brienna is half-tempted to snort again, trying to vent some of her frustration in a tangible gust of hot air. Their uncle had been a rock? What an unusual shape to take. Her ears flick forward and she looks up, letting most of her silver-eyed gaze remain hidden beneath her forelock.
He laughs and Brienna tilts her head slightly, wondering if he might take the form of one of those new shapes he insists are so fun.
BRIENNA
apparently she has entered the angsty adolescent phase, lol