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03-19-2013, 09:28 PM
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Crven Someone I used to know.... |
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If she said the trip to the Worlds Edge had been interesting...she would have lied. Questions lingered on the edge of her tongue as she followed the brunnette stallion, her gaze falling more than once to those small wings that burst from his back. Was this how others felt when they looked at her? Curiosity that burned like fire? It was a little easier now to understand their lack of speech....Perhaps she had been ignored so many times for the same reason she was afraid to speak now. It was humbling to think that so many she had scorned had possibly just been fascinated.....as well as repulsed. When his deep voice rolled over her a tremor shot through her spine. The silence was awkward and uncomfortable....but small talk now that would be worse. She hummed a small sound of assent, not really sure what to say.....How many times had he uttered that same line? And how did others react. She supposed she should have been enthused, giddy even. But although Thor had not mentioned her bare neck and welcomed her into the fold of his herd she feared the other members might not be so.... understanding. What were the chances of a strange little mare running into a flightless Pegasus? The silence fell over them like a cloud...and for a moment it truly seemed palpable. Until Crven realized that it was a mist that surrounded them, glimmering with the warm hues of summer....It was strange that such a humid place could exist here....though she was starting to see that nothing should catch her by surprise anymore. She stretched her neck as they moved through the mist, letting it caress her marbled hide like the embrace of a long lost friend welcoming her home. The steady clopping of their hooves was almost melodic to her, at first she had been amazed that she could keep pace with the larger stallion....but on second thought it was completely possible that he was intentionally shortening his stride. Chagrined she pushed on with a bit more speed. Miss? Did he just call her Miss Crven? Her steps faltered with surprise that must have been more than evident on her pale face. Well.....she had never been called Miss before. Weirdo, Mexican hairless, Baldy, yeah....But Miss? That was on a whole nother plane of speech. She immediately stiffened when his warm gaze fell on her, though it quickly fluttered past. Perhaps he was being mindful of her ‘disfigurement’.... or maybe to him it was not a big deal. " No, I...." Her speech broke off, what questions could she really ask? Not the important ones... Her blue eyes lighted on his back.. Or the interesting ones... She plodded on for several moments in silence, biting her lip to keep the questions locked inside. Why was she so enamored with his wings? Surely he must feel her gaze on his skin.... Feeling blood rush upwards to her face she quickly turned to study a honeybee, nosing the flower it had settled on until it flew away with a loud buzz of protest. "Your wings..." She began, hesitating, wondering if she would offend the first stallion not to treat her as some sort of abomination. She suddenly shook her skull side to side, trying to physically dislodge the curious thoughts. Her gaze falling back on the handsome small winged beast she sighed. "...sorry" WC:564 "Talk talk talk." |
