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Her body eased through the protection of the trees more relaxed than usual, though she would never fully drop her guard. There was too many things that could happen, and her imagination was full of wild notions one more unlikely than the next. It was part of the paranoid child within her, something disturbing, and yet needed she would always have. If she thought about it, most horses no matter wing, horn, or nothing had instincts to fight or flee. She had not had the pleasure of meeting a blessed soul who had their head in the clouds, unaware of anything but butterflies and rainbows. Surely, no one had had such a blissful childhood free of pain, sorrow, and fear. Though if she had a child she would want such for them even if she could not guarantee much of it. How could she? Her own safety wasn't for certain, every day it changed, depending on what was a stake, who was in risk. Something she wanted to come to an end, but could not bring herself to change it.
Your waiting to be forced. A thought she had numerous times, and ingored it that much more. Just like that thought of her becoming a mother. Something she wanted somewhere in a small corner of her heart, and feared even more. It was much easier to have only herself to take care of, but who was she kidding? She wasn't selfish, and already had a good number she never wanted harmed. It was strangely wanting to grow, and she could not force herself into cold stone. Flipping her neck, she let the built up worries escape in a sigh, and than let her mouth graze at bits of grass if only for something to do. The greenery was not tasteless here, and she fed herself some to deal with something she could change.
Continuing along the beat of a bird in flight, her ear flicked, and she lifted her head, peering into the faint glow of the distance sun. A rise of her hoof, she walked in search of what had startled the creature. There was a trail of white that appeared like snow, leading to a silver stallion who peered at her with a golden gaze. The white lines across his face confirmed it was Lace. Strange the sound of her name with his voice. The look he carried was worst, if like Leander she could see him questioning her, and the horn she carried. They had their own prejudice.
"Don't look at me like that, please," the clip of her vocals were cool, expect for the very last word she added. However much she wanted to move closer, she would not, if to give him peace of mind. Attacking him was not on her mind, he had never given her a reason, and she hoped he would not now. "I still want to be friends, but I don't blame you if you rather change your mind." That was the truth, she didn't plan on everything working out, it was a fact of life she couldn't eat her cake and keep it too.
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