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01-30-2013, 08:00 PM
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LYNX After a short time, the filly begins to hum along with him. Her hum is higher pitched than his deep rumble, but the contrasting sounds blend together in a pleasant harmony, and he extends the song slightly to let her continue for a bit longer. Yet, all things must end, and she is slowly fading out from the melody, so he allows himself to fall silent after a few moments. It was time that they left anyway, he supposes, for the Threshold wasn't really the safest place, full of newcomers with unknown dispositions and intentions, not to mention the various Helovians who wandered through. He bumps his shoulder lightly against Demetrie's to get her attention, and takes a few steps away before stopping and looking back at her, patiently waiting for her to follow. It would be easier if he could talk, for then he could simply tell her of his plans and ask if she will choose to come with him. As it is, he makes do with body language, motions, drawings and hums. Harder, but he has found that he can frequently be understood, if he is clear enough with his wordless speech. His head is tossed slightly, gesturing toward the path that will lead them from the forest and inviting her to join him, and a smile is directed to her in friendly encouragement. As he waits, he reflects on the others he had guided down this very same trail. The white pegasus, Shatter, though Leander had helped with that one. Beauty, the ebony and silver filly who he hadn't seen since, though every now and then he had come across her scent, proof that she was still alive. Then Pluto, the blue-dusted paint who had remained only briefly before choosing the path of an outcast. Note had been the last, a dusty bay stallion. As far as Lynx knew, he was still living happily in the Throat, safe within the desert borders. Now, it would be Demetrie travelling with him, if she so chose. Unlike the others, he would not be taking her to a herd, but instead walking with her into the untamed Wilds. He wonders if this is a wise decision, if he should take her to the edges of the Throat and hope another will take her in. It would be safer for her there, and the foals who dwelled there would most likely be delighted to have a new friend. But, the thought of leaving her seems wrong. After all, how would she feel about being handed off, as if she were a burden? She had already lost her mother, would he really make her lose the only other horse she knew, make her go and live amongst strangers? The inner debate rips at him, has him questioning his own motives. In the end, he supposes it will be up to Demetrie on what to do. Later, perhaps, he will lead her to the borders and allow her to make her own choice. For now, simply getting her out of the Threshold will have to be his task.  |
