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09-21-2013, 01:51 PM
The mare's eyes were on the sand before her, watching the prints appear as she lifted her hooves up with neither apathy nor interest. It was because of this that her brown orbs failed to spot the equally as inattentive gent heading in the other direction. The two collided, Sonya unable to avoid what she did not know was coming. "Oh!" she gasped, jumping to the side in shock as she rounded on the male that was quick to apologise. There was no doubt in her mind that for an outsider this event would be amusing, comical even. But to the mare it was a nuisance. She had not want to meet anyone today, she felt to vulnerable around others if she did not get time to just give herself time to remember what it is like to not be afraid. Beneath her spring pelt her muscles were tense, her eyes hardening slightly as she gazed uneasily at the stallion as his eyes moved to the scar on her cheek. His concern was touching, but also mildly unwelcome. She did not wish to be reminded of what she did not know, nor did she appreciate the fact she was stressed again.
Answering his words, the grulla mare kept her eyes on his orbs despite the fact his gaze was on her cheek. It bugged her. The scar was not her identity! But she digressed because after all, not everyone would look past it. Something like this was noticeable to some. "Don't apologise, Castiel. It was my fault entirely," she spoke softly enough, her words quiet as per normal. She was reluctant to reveal her own name, but she forced herself to. It was hard to get around it when he showed care for a completely stranger. "My name is Sonya," she muttered, her eyes snapping around the nearby vicinity before moving back to the stallion. "and I'm fine." The mare failed to notice how her actions made it seem like she checking to see if the person who caused the healed wound was near by. She was merely on edge, and everything was done on instinct now as a result of her amnesia. Things like how body language could be interpreted was not all there; it was like a puzzle, with some of the pieces not in place just yet. She had yet to arrange it all to form a complete picture.
Answering his words, the grulla mare kept her eyes on his orbs despite the fact his gaze was on her cheek. It bugged her. The scar was not her identity! But she digressed because after all, not everyone would look past it. Something like this was noticeable to some. "Don't apologise, Castiel. It was my fault entirely," she spoke softly enough, her words quiet as per normal. She was reluctant to reveal her own name, but she forced herself to. It was hard to get around it when he showed care for a completely stranger. "My name is Sonya," she muttered, her eyes snapping around the nearby vicinity before moving back to the stallion. "and I'm fine." The mare failed to notice how her actions made it seem like she checking to see if the person who caused the healed wound was near by. She was merely on edge, and everything was done on instinct now as a result of her amnesia. Things like how body language could be interpreted was not all there; it was like a puzzle, with some of the pieces not in place just yet. She had yet to arrange it all to form a complete picture.
