Poldark. Idelle now knew his name, which took him one separate step away from being nothing more than a nameless stranger. She blinked, good eye watching the stallion as he lowered his head and extended his muzzle close. Watching many greet each other in this way and with instinct’s guiding hand she knew what it was she was supposed to do. Still, she hesitated, just briefly. The warnings of her mother were attempting to draw her back, pull her to flee. The curiosity of a child was too great and became far louder than those mental cries. Idelle extended her neck and bumped her soft muzzle lightly against his, exhaling and breathing in, intrigued by how different he smelled. Warm. Musky. Stallion.
Idelle tucked her head back as he did, warm in the cheeks, though she didn’t know why. As always, she kept the side of her good, seeing eye turned toward him. It meant that the world to her back was cast in darkness, but she was accustomed to only seeing one side of everything. “Idelle.” She replied. “My name is Idelle.” Poldark and Idelle, standing on the winter’s beach, strangers that were becoming… well, acquaintances at the least.
Mother. Idelle had the audacity to look guilty. She dropped her gaze to his hooves, shifting her own on the cold ground as her mind worked in frenzy at what she should say, what excuse she could create. “I’m not on my own.” She said, darting a quick look to his face before she shifted again and looked away. “She’s sleeping… I…” Her ears flicked outward, head dropping just slightly. “Snuck away.” It was the truth; Idelle was not used to lying. Even this adventure felt absolutely wrong. The guilt was a sickness turning in her gut, crawling up her throat. How upset her mother would be if she awoke to find Idelle gone.
“I meant to only be gone a little while,” she said, as though she needed to plead her case to him, to Poldark, who’d never met her mother in his life. She lifted her head and looked at him, searched his face, hoping to see understanding, hoping he would reassure her and somehow make this worrisome nagging subside in her mind. “I was going to go back before she woke up. She doesn’t… Mother doesn’t trust strangers; she doesn’t let me speak with anyone.”
Idelle didn’t know why. She was too young.
“Are you going to tell her?”
idelle
demons born of past wrongs that hound and harrass him
one year old filly. black. half-blind. sandman x cam