Only a short time crawled past before the bugle of a whinny broke sharp and purposeful through the clearing. Agnes’ ears twitched – they were buried in her mass of thick, black hair – and her gaze followed to study the creature approaching. She was large, though there were many horses that were large to Agnes.
She appeared strong and able-bodied, sculpted both of elegance and muscle. Agnes’ eyes sharpened as the mare drew close, stocky weight shifting as she changed the way she leaned and flicked her thick-haired dark tail at her hind. It was only with what appeared to be kindness and good-natured heart that the large mare approached. Strange.
Agnes remained silent as the mare introduced herself as Vasilissa, a queen of a thicket.
A queen?
Agnes sighed a low breath warm past her lips and felt energy itch beneath her coat and spread through her veins, wanting so badly to rise in volume. Vasilissa offered her a place. Shelter. Safety. The energy lifted higher. Her ears flicked backward, but they did not pin. Rather than answer to her body, Agnes chose a wiser course and cleared her throat. Her ears pressed forward again, attentive on her company.
“I am lost.” Succinct. No more needed said.
“Am I in danger here?” She questioned, and glanced around them, searching for some trouble that she had yet to see. With the sun barely beginning to rise, the world seemed at a calm, and Agnes wondered what she was not seeing. She looked back at Vasilissa.
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