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The mind was a heavy thing, wrought in confusion even at the best of times. Her heart raced against the grains of sanity and veered into a headlong rush of vague belonging. Was that what she felt? Belonging? She had been accepted amongst the ranks of the Foothills and now she was striving forward with the best of them, perhaps a little quicker than she previously thought safe. Her legs worked gracefully beneath her, parting the waves of grass as she went along the borders searching for something, though she knew not what. Her lips quivered against the effort and eyes of elaborate mauve laced that tranquil vision along the path before her. It seemed that she could see as much in her future as she saw now, the stretch of horizon looming large and unknown. Perhaps she was ready for whatever came from the heavens to scribe her story, share her secrets with ingenuous victims.
Beneath her toes, the dry dirt seemed to spread outward and expand for her girth. She had seen things inherent of more beauty but she believed the best of her new home despite the lack of knowing who led her. His absence was unexplained but she held no opinion of it. Life was trying at best and all could be forgiven. She felt as if she learned to grow comfortable with his lands before meeting the lad himself, she might just recognize his presence to be something of undeniable worth. However, her thoughts were smattered with the coming of conversation and she took to the tree line in order to grasp the intent behind heated whispers. Two creatures stole the stage before her and their lime light spoke of something sinister. Her parted lips defied her as she moved forth, grasping at the meaning of the line “I don’t want you fighting anyone if they come, alright?” It was enough to stir her spirits enough to laugh heartily at their exchange.
“You my dear wear the strangest of coats, beautiful if I might add, though not something I would adorn myself. It’s far too… eccentric.” Her smile was unmistakable despite the tension that grew heavy between them but it did not keep her from moving closer, crowding the two creatures with her mere proximity. “Ailith of the Foothills… and if I’m not mistaken, your presence here is required.” She turned to the stallion, her eyes cutting daggers between them. The wings upon his back made her cringe and the smile she wore had all but disappeared. Even the mare was graced with bone upon her brow and the sight was enough to make her stomach churn. She was aware of the possibility that there were creatures in The Foothills with similar attributes but her dedication to the land was enough to make her overlook them.
“Mother and son? Do I guess correctly?” Another placid smile as she swung onto her haunches displaying her lack of compassion for their “threat.” She knew that no matter where the conversation headed, she had nothing but uncertainty to face. She wondered for a moment what lie beyond the soil beneath her heels. She did not fear the idea of death but only the idea that she would leave this life without achieving whatever it was that she felt was so necessary in this life. “I suggest you see yourself out child before I have to do it for you. She’s not leaving. … Besides, what business would the Throat have with her return to the Wilds?” She posed a great question, one that would undermine the stallion’s presence here. He stunk of the sun and dirt and while she had no quarrels with the Throat itself, she wasn’t quite sure that this golden representation of their ranks had any right to be here. “Family or not we’ve done nothing to harm her existence so leave… NOW.”
Her tongue was venomous and she no longer hid behind the subtleties of courtesy. This was her home, her land in which to protect should the need arise. Her ears had lain back upon her tender skull and her eyes swam with furious waves of confidence. She was certainly not one that would be easily deterred and to attempt such would only wage the war she had initiated at their feet. Did they really want to suffer the consequences? Why not wait it out? After all, this mare’s servitude was not one that would be long desired. |
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