I'm calling all angels Posted on February 9, 2014 at 01:44:57 AM by Rosalita
Stories are not unheard of to the smoky roan though; she has her own from her younger years. From when she is a child. She had never met her parents though; not to her knowledge. She had been an orphan sort of. She had a mother though; it was not her birth one. She'd never met her father as she'd never been given that chance either. It was said that she was mother's last and it wasn't a lie. Not really. In a way; she was special if you thought about it. One really couldn't be sure though; she didn't really flaunt it around. She didn't have a reason to though; she does know a little about her heritage. She had been told the tales throughout the years. She'd hidden in the shadows for a while though. She really couldn't have been sure why.
There are those expressive brown eyes still watching the world around her as the palomino approached her. She turns her nose slightly so that those eyes could fall upon him gently. She doesn't move or even flinch. She is not afraid but she is curious. She is alert and if the need to run were present, she would turn and flee. She hasn't a reason to run however. Rosalita cannot feel tension in the air and so; she remains there as he comes to a pause. His head stretches a little toward her though; not fully. His chest rises and falls as she watches him. His stance is firm but not threatening. He's clearly weary though and she cannot really blame him. He doesn't know her and must be wondering why she's here.
A greeting comes then from him and there's a smile on her lips. He is giving her the benefit of the doubt that she's here on friendly terms. She doesn't show him that she's threatening. Rosalita doesn't have a reason to be fierce right now. That wouldn't get her a friendly face or a home. She wasn't the sort to be menacing anyway. It really had never been her style and she wouldn't change that now.
It is here that she realizes he's letting his gaze wash over her physique. He's drinking her in so to say and she's not blind to it. She doesn't mind of course. Didn't every girl like it when a boy showed interest in her? The smoky black roan is no different of course. He's stated where he stands within the ranks then and given his name. His words are a little foreign to her though; she understands the meaning behind them. This was a stallion in charge of the Ridge and he had made it clear enough to her now. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes a moment. Blinking them a couple of times though; there's a smile on her lips. It isn't long before she's responding to his words.
"Midas, I am Rosalita. I am the daughter of El Barroco and Nieve. I was hoping that you'd accommodate another to call this home? That is; I have taken a fancy and your home is beautiful. It is my hopes that you'll let me stay beneath you."
She is quiet then as her eyes watch him. Expressive and soft as her lips form a smile once more. She waits now; watching him calmly. This was up to him now as she's given her name and her hopes to him. Replies: