They say, "You're a little much for me, You're a liability, You're a little much for me"
Comfort, such a beautiful thing. This was the feeling that Silvanus found as the other mare pressed her frame close to her. Accepting her friendship as easily as if they were two fillies born into the same herd. Sometimes things could be that simple - and it was such that made the raven girl’s life so lovely, she decided. Friendship. Love. Acceptance. Adventure. All things that could be made easy or difficult. All things that kept her heart beating and a smile on her face.
With the sudden shift of the marwari girl, the long limbed vixen stumbled slightly, unsure whether to go into a protective stance or continue to try to welcome and befriend the stallion. Silvi was not someone to turn another away. She gave out pieces of her heart to anyone who asked. Yet, as quick as their bond had been, she felt a loyalty and need to stand by Pilar. The conflicting desires tore at her insides, their claws sharp and painful. Though she only wavered momentarily, it seemed to stretch into eons. Her hooves shifted to carry her close to the other femme but her facade remained as friendly as could be.
Why would he ever make them leave? Silvi had not seen the world as Pilar had. Or perhaps she had simply ignored what she saw.
Jaxon. She practiced it in her mind, letting it sit against her tongue, though her blue orbs danced with genuine enthusiasm and joy as he continued on, mentioning the want for friends. Silvanus bought every bit of it. The words like a sweet apple to her, quenching her craving. A group of travellers who’ve all found each other! She might have squealed with excitement had Pilar not been so weary. Rather, Silvanus bobbed her head, a small sheet of black tresses covering one of her wide eyes.
”Well you can count me as a friend. Jaxon.”
Were Pilar to bolt, it was likely the large girl would follow her new friend - although her curiosity grew and grew, she knew next to nothing about either of the equines she was currently in the company of. Swiveling her dark crown around, she fixed her gaze on her first friend and touched her gently. ”I won’t let anything happen to you.”
silvanus
female | friesian mutt | homeless | Luce Stellare (x Dances) | kittyha's optimist