inka

Impazienza.

The name stroked a faint feeling of familiarity within her breast, though she could not discern why. For a few moments she let her eyes wander, trying to recall where she’d heard the unusual name before, but for the moment her mental archive came up empty, so she brushed it aside.

Inka listened to Skylar’s description of the high-ranking mare, nodding all the while, though her sense of deja vu had fled completely now. She listened also to what the painted mare had to say regarding stallions, and this made her feel a little deflated somehow. Though she did not hate stallions, she had had enough unpleasant experiences with them to make her hope that the peak was a place truly safe from them. On the other hand... She mused briefly on the concept of men being allowed to visit, and tried futily to imagine her disabled father managing the slopes to see her. The image brought mixed emotions with it.

“Thank you for the info,” she said finally, dipping her head in acknowledgement. She let a few moments of silence envelopment them – during which there was only the babbling of the brook and the call of a strange bird – before changing the subject. When she spoke this time, her expression was gentler.

“How are you feeling, by the way? ...Do you want me to stay with you a while longer?”

thirteen – 17hh – friesian