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10-15-2013, 12:59 AM
With her eyes squeezed shut the blue-gray mare does not see the pale male make his retreat but her ears swivel following the sound of hoof beats muffled in the forest ground cover. She remains still waiting and listening as the second male also turns and walks a few steps away but he pauses before disappearing into the trees and growing darkness to glance back at her.
I am not sure which of the two men moves first but one does and continues moving until I can no longer here the motion of his hooves. Apparently he, whoever he is, does not wish to play guide. The other moves then as well and I start, jerking forward slightly with the fear of being left alone again but the movement halts after only a few paces. A deep voice, the voice of Solace, creeps into my ears. I am momentarily disappointed that it is not the beautiful, interesting, gentleman who remains but I am also grateful that they didn’t both vanish when I closed my eyes.
Her ears prick forward again, listening as he speaks though she makes no response. Maybe she hasn’t any to give and maybe she just doesn’t want to strain her already overtaxed vocal cords unnecessarily. Seconds blend together as she stands there still and unmoving then she opens her eyes and focuses them upon the tall gray stallion. Moving hesitantly at first she inches back around the tree. All four hooves remain in contact with the ground and her legs, though wobbly, manage to hold her weight. Despite this success walking is clearly not the mindless task it would normally be. That proud head hangs low while the long feathers at the tips of her wings drag in the dust behind her.
My silence continues though he has much to say to me. I can only think how very lucky I am to have encountered such a kind and caring individual when I am so in need of such kindness and care. He doesn’t even seem to mind that I might not be interested in the home he offers. What exactly I’d been thinking landing here in the state I am in I don’t know… I suppose I was beyond thinking at that point and if I hadn’t landed I probably would have crashed anyway. Moot point I guess. Now it will take more than just one nights rest to get me flight worthy again. With a sigh I make my painstaking way to his side and once there I take the liberty of leaning against him for support, he has offered me all manner of aid above and beyond normal courtesy surely he will not deny this small thing. I let him choose my path then for he seems to know where he is going.
It is a good thing that Solace is strong for even worn down as she is Cantante is no lightweight and she seems to need the support to keep going. So it is that they make their slightly stumbling way to the water she’d requested. When they reach the creek she almost falls over her own feet in her haste to get at it. She manages to get her head down to the surface without mishap though and even manages to remember not to drink too much all at once. A few minutes later, thirst somewhat quenched and throat lubricated, she turns to look up at her escort water still dripping from her muzzle. “Thanks, I needed that. I am Cantante by the way, and I am grateful for your help Solace of the Foothills."
Yes, I am grateful… and now I must decide what to do with myself. I can not resume my mad search until I am well enough to fly and I will likely only drive myself into the ground all over again. This is only the second mainland area I have stopped in since Bellissima left me, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to stay and make a more complete search here. If Kabear was in this place and remained for any length of time someone might remember him. I don’t like the idea, but the sensible voice of reality is kicking in and that reality is that even if I really did want to leave again in the morning I will not be able to. I don’t want to tackle this place on my own though, it might be more dangerous than it seems. Solace appears steady, dependable and strong. I think I could use his help for more than just finding water and if going to this Foothills place is what it takes to earn and keep his alliance than so be it.
Another drink then the mare puts her back to the water. “I would like to see these wilds you speak of at some point but I’ve no lack of interest in your Foothills either. If you will promise me your protection until I am recovered I will come to your home with you.” Her eyes as they meet his again are hopeful.
And there we have it, decision made at least for now. Hopefully he will take it and lead me to this home he has offered before it gets dark enough that even with his guidance I will have trouble keeping my feet under me on the unfamiliar trails.
@[SOLACE]
ooc: No problem, glad to see you are still with me! I hope you don't mind that I moved them along to the creek...
I am not sure which of the two men moves first but one does and continues moving until I can no longer here the motion of his hooves. Apparently he, whoever he is, does not wish to play guide. The other moves then as well and I start, jerking forward slightly with the fear of being left alone again but the movement halts after only a few paces. A deep voice, the voice of Solace, creeps into my ears. I am momentarily disappointed that it is not the beautiful, interesting, gentleman who remains but I am also grateful that they didn’t both vanish when I closed my eyes.
Her ears prick forward again, listening as he speaks though she makes no response. Maybe she hasn’t any to give and maybe she just doesn’t want to strain her already overtaxed vocal cords unnecessarily. Seconds blend together as she stands there still and unmoving then she opens her eyes and focuses them upon the tall gray stallion. Moving hesitantly at first she inches back around the tree. All four hooves remain in contact with the ground and her legs, though wobbly, manage to hold her weight. Despite this success walking is clearly not the mindless task it would normally be. That proud head hangs low while the long feathers at the tips of her wings drag in the dust behind her.
My silence continues though he has much to say to me. I can only think how very lucky I am to have encountered such a kind and caring individual when I am so in need of such kindness and care. He doesn’t even seem to mind that I might not be interested in the home he offers. What exactly I’d been thinking landing here in the state I am in I don’t know… I suppose I was beyond thinking at that point and if I hadn’t landed I probably would have crashed anyway. Moot point I guess. Now it will take more than just one nights rest to get me flight worthy again. With a sigh I make my painstaking way to his side and once there I take the liberty of leaning against him for support, he has offered me all manner of aid above and beyond normal courtesy surely he will not deny this small thing. I let him choose my path then for he seems to know where he is going.
It is a good thing that Solace is strong for even worn down as she is Cantante is no lightweight and she seems to need the support to keep going. So it is that they make their slightly stumbling way to the water she’d requested. When they reach the creek she almost falls over her own feet in her haste to get at it. She manages to get her head down to the surface without mishap though and even manages to remember not to drink too much all at once. A few minutes later, thirst somewhat quenched and throat lubricated, she turns to look up at her escort water still dripping from her muzzle. “Thanks, I needed that. I am Cantante by the way, and I am grateful for your help Solace of the Foothills."
Yes, I am grateful… and now I must decide what to do with myself. I can not resume my mad search until I am well enough to fly and I will likely only drive myself into the ground all over again. This is only the second mainland area I have stopped in since Bellissima left me, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to stay and make a more complete search here. If Kabear was in this place and remained for any length of time someone might remember him. I don’t like the idea, but the sensible voice of reality is kicking in and that reality is that even if I really did want to leave again in the morning I will not be able to. I don’t want to tackle this place on my own though, it might be more dangerous than it seems. Solace appears steady, dependable and strong. I think I could use his help for more than just finding water and if going to this Foothills place is what it takes to earn and keep his alliance than so be it.
Another drink then the mare puts her back to the water. “I would like to see these wilds you speak of at some point but I’ve no lack of interest in your Foothills either. If you will promise me your protection until I am recovered I will come to your home with you.” Her eyes as they meet his again are hopeful.
And there we have it, decision made at least for now. Hopefully he will take it and lead me to this home he has offered before it gets dark enough that even with his guidance I will have trouble keeping my feet under me on the unfamiliar trails.
@[SOLACE]
ooc: No problem, glad to see you are still with me! I hope you don't mind that I moved them along to the creek...
