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Taytim
Tossing her head, the young mother took a step back from the desert dweller her daughter had stumbled upon. It seemed that almost every horse born of that landscape seemed to be high strung and flighty. She wondered what made so many of one kind so alike in that aspect. It appeared to her that every time, after the initial greeting and meeting each of these souls had something deeper and more interesting to share with the rest of the world other than their stark and often snappy first impressions. There was something about the apparent cultural differences that fascinated Taytim beyond words.
Taytim flicked her tail reasonably. Some could have taken Nyessa’s frank tone as demeaning. The innocent mare thought of it as true. In all reality she probably did not know the herd that she came from. She had only met two desert ponies before. Both had made stunning impacts in the naive mare’s mind, throwing open the doors to worlds she had not even imagined. It helped create the understanding that the chances of this new mare knowing the other two very slim.
”Probably not.” She answered the mare, admitting to her thoughts of ignorance. Her tone shifted to one of polite curiosity. ”What is a kafir? Your kind has many words unfamiliar to me.”
When Nyessa mentioned Taika, Taytim also looked in the direction the filly had gone, listening to the splashing and child’s excited braying. The words hit her before the sight of the blinded eye did. She laughed softly.
”Honestly, I have a suspicion that if anything other than shadows tried to tangle with her, they would be surprised by what they caught.” Turning back to Nyessa, she instantly regretted her words. Obviously the pale mare had been through a trail, and had very likely lost. Before she could say anything, Taika had returned from the other side of them, her spiked mane dripping wet.
She stopped by her mother, knocking into her, wordlessly demanding to know why she wasn’t chasing and playing. About to vocalize it, she looked over at the stranger. Her questions were answered. Obviously Taytim had stopped to ask this stranger about this difference. Just as obviously, her mother would not be able to get a good enough answer, nor knew the right questions to ask.
”Can you see beyond the worlds, through the misty white?” She asked, heedless of how rude such an assumption would be. Her nose reached cautiously towards her, as if scared getting too close would break the spell. ”The gods either blessed you, or cursed you.”
~:Mare
~:Morgan Mutt
~:14.2hh
~:Black Chestnut
~:4 Years | |