Luneia

As soon as the presence of the others vanished from her she relaxed, her muscles no longer tense and her head dropped lower to the ground. She wasn't too sure how far this place would be, but the fae was glad to be away from so many others, not exactly brilliant with this kind of stuff, one of the reasosn she'd seclueded herself for so long now.

Her cranium picked up a little, seeing him, seem to be quaking as he walked, almost like he was too tired to keep walking. She wanted to say something, to ask him what was wrong, but she held her tongue, too nervous and unsure of what to say, or how he might react now they were no longer in company. At that she suddenly made herself feel out of shot again, nervous at what this stallion might do to her. She had heard of terrible things happening to mares, was this about to happen to her to? One should never be too carefull of who they met in the woods, for one day the wolf might find you, trick you into following. No wood cutter to come to save you this time.

The Fae noticed it when his posture changed, seeming more relaxed. Feeling this odd sensation, she paused, unsure at what was going on here. The pale mare new nothing of border lines and herd lands, but she could still sense them, and this was exactly what was making her edgy. Never having 'crossed' such a thing, it made her a little hesitent. Placing a pale hoof up and over the-invisible- border, the mare took in a lung full of air and rush over the line, turning round to look as if some kind of door shut bang, closed on her, forever trapped in a land, never to escape.

The pale, painted mare began to hyperventilate, making herself panic at the sense of no freedom, to be closed into one place for too long, almost like claustrophobia, but with still all that space and air to breath, only longing to feel the wind entangle with her mane, twisting the light brown and white strands around in an array of dances. To feel the fresh rain soak throuhg her two coloured pelt.

Lune had to calm herself down before she caused another episode, this one being very diferent than that of their meeting. It was raging up to be a full blown panic attack, The sence of loss ever pulling at her hearts strings, corrupting the poor fae's mind. Imagining morbd things happening to her. Backing up she almost went into a bush full of thorns, one pricking at her rump, sending her forwards with a tiny leap, she span a circle, confusing herself, her only good eye -with partial vision, just not being able to keep up with her spinning.