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03-20-2013, 03:46 PM
I stumble. Then I hear steps and stop, a stick flying from my forelock like those birds I always watch. I could fly up to them, but I don't. Then I see him, or at least the white patches. The rest takes a while to adjust to my gazing orbs. He comes out of the trees to my clearing, and slowly moves closer. “Good afternoon friend, I hope your day is faring well?”
I jump, and actually take flight up to about a yard above the ground, then lower myself again. I get so frightened at times, you would believe I was blind. Except when someone moves, my eyes follows them until they are out of sight. I have been told it's creepy, but it is only instinct. One of my own, more of a learned behavior than not. When you love a sister like Kindling, it changes you permanently when she leaves.
"I am fine, thanks."
My words come out more negative than I hoped, but the wise-looking stallion before me seems to be tough enough to deal with a small thing like that.
"You?"
I ask the question quietly, but so at least he can hear. Been a while since I talked, and my throat is scratchy and almost numb-feeling. I cough, feeling my pipes clear up a bit. I smile sweetly, trying to wait while the silence draws out like the wind blowing Kindling's lengthy tail.
I jump, and actually take flight up to about a yard above the ground, then lower myself again. I get so frightened at times, you would believe I was blind. Except when someone moves, my eyes follows them until they are out of sight. I have been told it's creepy, but it is only instinct. One of my own, more of a learned behavior than not. When you love a sister like Kindling, it changes you permanently when she leaves.
"I am fine, thanks."
My words come out more negative than I hoped, but the wise-looking stallion before me seems to be tough enough to deal with a small thing like that.
"You?"
I ask the question quietly, but so at least he can hear. Been a while since I talked, and my throat is scratchy and almost numb-feeling. I cough, feeling my pipes clear up a bit. I smile sweetly, trying to wait while the silence draws out like the wind blowing Kindling's lengthy tail.
