Idelle knew he was right. Mother was likely sick with worry, and the feeling of guilt was a rock sinking hard and heavy in the filly’s stomach. Swallowing back against her shame, ears splayed out to the side, Idelle was prepared for Poldark to request she return to the area she’d left mother, cutting her moment of freedom drastically short. Briefly she worried over mother’s reaction upon her return and hoped she wouldn’t get into too much trouble for sneaking away. It had just occurred to her that her arrival with a strange stallion may make matters worse, but Idelle didn’t have time to ponder over what repercussions came from that.
Poldark decided to be her hero.
Whether or not he knew that was how he saw her, Idelle’s head shot up, ears swung forward and eyes went wide. It seemed unbelievable that he was willing to only keep her company and allow her to explore without once telling her dam how she’d snuck away. Was it a trap? Idelle watched him closely the more he spoke, but found she felt no reason to distrust him. He was kind, and warm. She thought she liked speaking with him and wondered, again, why mother feared strangers as greatly as she did.
“Thank you,” she said, voice soft, reflecting her gratitude.
As he turned about, Idelle picked up her pace to catch up to him so they might walk side by side; keeping her good eye pointed at him and the darkness to her other side. However, wanting to see everything, Idelle was prone to turn her head frequently in order to try and see it all. Her small hooves pushed at the sand along the shore and, from time to time, her gaze strayed to watch the wave’s crash against the beach and chase up, reaching greedily for her and Poldark.
He asked of her family and Idelle’s adventurous mind pulled from the landscape around them and back to Poldark and then to herself. “It’s just mother and I.” She said, unaware things should be (and most often were) different. “I’ve never met my father.” A flash of a memory from long, long ago came creeping back into her mind of the one-eared stallion who lingered near the brush she and mother hid in, telling them he meant no harm. Mother had been particularly vehement against that individual. Idelle did not tell Poldark she and mother lived on Crossing Isle specifically, only because she wasn’t aware that it wasn’t commonplace to do so.
She blinked and watched the stallion curiously. Did he have a child? Was her father supposed to live with her and mother? Was more amiss which Idelle had not realized? “Do you have a family?”
idelle
demons born of past wrongs that hound and harrass him
one year old filly. black. half-blind. sandman x cam