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04-22-2015, 09:03 AM
A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
The strange mare's gentleness did not go unnoticed. Ashamin was thankful for the way she soothed her voice and steadied herself before him. She appeared to be a rock, something sturdy and well defined, even if Ashamin was only just learning how she was like this. But he appreciated her perceptiveness and felt his own self ease as she took to answering his internal questions, slowly and simply. She spoke with words he understood to explain things he'd never seen; he could tell she had a teacher's heart, as his father had.
Once Lena explained the creature at her side, and once the creature greeted him directly, he began to lower his guard. A companion--that was something he could understand. It was the same thing he had been seeking, though a specific creature such as this kitsune had never occurred to him. He had seen deer in the distance, bird and small things that glided and scurried around his feet, but he had never noted anything so unique as this mare's Imogen.
Cautiously, he lowered his head to the kitsune to proffer the same greeting he had given to Lena. The way that Imogen had so gently touched Lena left him feeling safe in the small creature's presence. As long as neither meant each other any harm, he didn't see why he couldn't treat this new discovery as a friend.
He kept his head low for the Kitsune but his ears swiveled back and up to catch Lena's words when she spoke again. He looked up at her with his large, inky eyes, taking in every scrap of knowledge she offered him with a hidden joy. At his side, his tail snaked with the only intimation of his pleasure. It was good for him to be told things. It was easier if he was guided or commanded in some way, even if only in the matter of knowledge. He noticed the mare's expression, this time recognizable as a gentle smile, and did his best to match it.
"It must be nice," he mused aloud, pushing his muzzle slightly closer to the small creature by the mare's fetlocks. "To never be alone the way you two are, it sounds so safe."
The chill of the air began to settle on Ashamin's back and he shivered. It was strange how his body adjusted to the climes of this land so quickly. He slowly pulled back from the kitsune, straightening his long neck and stretching to look into the distance. In the light, his white spots glowed a faint orange, and the stone within his horn seemed to glow softly. When he turned he felt it shift and his smile widened unconsciously. For a moment he stood with his face in the warm open light, forgetting his company, forgetting his sorrow, forgetting his place. When Lena spoke once more, he was almost surprised to find that he was not alone. How strange it was, to have gotten so used to being without company.
She asked him about the lands, and in an indirect way, about himself. What did he want to know? He wasn't sure. And the way that she asked the question, open and inviting as it was, still made him nervous. How immense was this land, this endless wood where the sunset burned orange and the sounds of the songbirds fell silent to the chirps of strange companions? He turned back to Lena, taking another step closer to her, as if to signal his faint but growing trust. It was clear now, in her demeanor alone, that she meant him no harm. He had no need to flutter with indecision by her side. And yet, he still struggled to express himself.
Ashamin tilted his head curiously, his mane brushing along his neck and his black eyes staring in a way that could never be anything other than blank. A few of the hairs from his tail, caught in the tangles of his horn, floated gently to the earth. What did he want to know? He asked himself again, fussing on all four hooves as he tried to decide. "Well... what should I know?" He asked at last, his heartbeat steady but his mind feeling lost and restless on an uneven keel. He could only hope she'd take to his indecision, his nervousness, kindly.
Once Lena explained the creature at her side, and once the creature greeted him directly, he began to lower his guard. A companion--that was something he could understand. It was the same thing he had been seeking, though a specific creature such as this kitsune had never occurred to him. He had seen deer in the distance, bird and small things that glided and scurried around his feet, but he had never noted anything so unique as this mare's Imogen.
Cautiously, he lowered his head to the kitsune to proffer the same greeting he had given to Lena. The way that Imogen had so gently touched Lena left him feeling safe in the small creature's presence. As long as neither meant each other any harm, he didn't see why he couldn't treat this new discovery as a friend.
He kept his head low for the Kitsune but his ears swiveled back and up to catch Lena's words when she spoke again. He looked up at her with his large, inky eyes, taking in every scrap of knowledge she offered him with a hidden joy. At his side, his tail snaked with the only intimation of his pleasure. It was good for him to be told things. It was easier if he was guided or commanded in some way, even if only in the matter of knowledge. He noticed the mare's expression, this time recognizable as a gentle smile, and did his best to match it.
"It must be nice," he mused aloud, pushing his muzzle slightly closer to the small creature by the mare's fetlocks. "To never be alone the way you two are, it sounds so safe."
The chill of the air began to settle on Ashamin's back and he shivered. It was strange how his body adjusted to the climes of this land so quickly. He slowly pulled back from the kitsune, straightening his long neck and stretching to look into the distance. In the light, his white spots glowed a faint orange, and the stone within his horn seemed to glow softly. When he turned he felt it shift and his smile widened unconsciously. For a moment he stood with his face in the warm open light, forgetting his company, forgetting his sorrow, forgetting his place. When Lena spoke once more, he was almost surprised to find that he was not alone. How strange it was, to have gotten so used to being without company.
She asked him about the lands, and in an indirect way, about himself. What did he want to know? He wasn't sure. And the way that she asked the question, open and inviting as it was, still made him nervous. How immense was this land, this endless wood where the sunset burned orange and the sounds of the songbirds fell silent to the chirps of strange companions? He turned back to Lena, taking another step closer to her, as if to signal his faint but growing trust. It was clear now, in her demeanor alone, that she meant him no harm. He had no need to flutter with indecision by her side. And yet, he still struggled to express himself.
Ashamin tilted his head curiously, his mane brushing along his neck and his black eyes staring in a way that could never be anything other than blank. A few of the hairs from his tail, caught in the tangles of his horn, floated gently to the earth. What did he want to know? He asked himself again, fussing on all four hooves as he tried to decide. "Well... what should I know?" He asked at last, his heartbeat steady but his mind feeling lost and restless on an uneven keel. He could only hope she'd take to his indecision, his nervousness, kindly.
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