BE MY FRIEND, HOLD ME
WRAP ME UP, UNFOLD ME Priya watched, her head tilted and her curved hers pointed attentively forwards, as the stallion seemed to debate how to respond for a long moment. She wondered what made him so hesitant, but then again she was hardly bounding towards the stranger – even stallions could be reserved, some of them at least. At last, the grey stallion took a step forwards, the sunlight illuminating his face fully now he was almost out of the shadows of the underbrush completely. When he spoke, his voice was soft and quiet, especially given the distance between them. There was something strange about his voice – an unusual lilt to his words that betrayed an accent that was native to neither these islands nor Priya’s homeland. Yet when his words came out they came fast and rushed together. His tongue moved faster than his hooves, Priya thought, smiling at the image. “I’m Priya,” she replied, tentatively taking another step closer herself. The water sloshed beneath her as her legs moved through the shallows. “It’s nice to meet you, Aadhira.” She offered him the warmest smile she could muster. “Your ears,” she pointed out sheepishly, glancing at them briefly before snatching her eyes away, as if embarrassed. “You’re the first of my kind I’ve seen here. It is nice to know I’m not alone… Sometimes I feel like an alien here.” A small chuckle escaped her lips, but she was only half joking. priya
marwari . blue roan . 13.2hh |