04-21-2015, 01:28 AM
Afire watches the stallion warily. Though she is sure that he is not stupid enough to try anything, one can never be too cautious during this season. It's dangerous for young mares like her, so everyone says. It is true that she is young and beautiful, but naïve and childish she is not. Though one would think her soft and susceptible to manipulation, she's barely three years old, and she's already gone through what many may experience in a lifetime. So she is in no way gullible or naïve, that is for sure.
She pricks her ears as another horse gallops over to them, and she glances rather casually at the hairless mare, covered almost entirely in tattoos that look rather foreign to Afire Atnight. She does not seem to mind them, though. In fact, one could say that she's rather careless. They don't bother her, nor does the fact that the much taller mare is bald.
What does bother her is the way that the other mare stands in front of her, as if protecting her from an enemy. Well, perhaps she should not be so indignant. This other stallion, whose name she has not heard yet, could be dangerous. After all, who wanders around at midnight when they have a herd to seek solace in?
Apparently... Scorch, this mare is called...and the stallion.
She listens intently to Scorch's words, feeling an air of authority swamping the air around the taller mare. Something tells her that this is a woman that she better not defy, and the little black girl nods in return, acknowledging the words that Scorch has said to her. She speaks to the stallion as though he is an enemy. Maybe he is. Afire is uncertain of their relationship. Oh well. Time will tell, and then she will surely find out more.
She pricks her ears as another horse gallops over to them, and she glances rather casually at the hairless mare, covered almost entirely in tattoos that look rather foreign to Afire Atnight. She does not seem to mind them, though. In fact, one could say that she's rather careless. They don't bother her, nor does the fact that the much taller mare is bald.
What does bother her is the way that the other mare stands in front of her, as if protecting her from an enemy. Well, perhaps she should not be so indignant. This other stallion, whose name she has not heard yet, could be dangerous. After all, who wanders around at midnight when they have a herd to seek solace in?
Apparently... Scorch, this mare is called...and the stallion.
She listens intently to Scorch's words, feeling an air of authority swamping the air around the taller mare. Something tells her that this is a woman that she better not defy, and the little black girl nods in return, acknowledging the words that Scorch has said to her. She speaks to the stallion as though he is an enemy. Maybe he is. Afire is uncertain of their relationship. Oh well. Time will tell, and then she will surely find out more.