~ where the wild things are
"SPEECH"
Eliza is… squirrely at best. Her ears flicker once more, looking between the great, dark creature and the stallion that had joined them. Things were starting to get overwhelming fairly quickly, and she’s not sure she likes that. There were too many people talking, too many voices. "I most certainly will not." Her voice is clearer now than it was a moment ago, hanging closer to Rougaru’s shoulder. Eliza’s knees are shaking, but she’s doing her best to look strong.
She’s queasy. There’s a pit in her stomach, and she feels as if she’s going to vomit. This is not an abnormal feeling any longer. Eliza, you see, does not handle conflict very well. "No." The word stills on her lips as they’re joined… another woman. She comes in like a storm, and Eliza finds comfort in the distraction. "Thank you." Her eyes flicker to the woman’s face, and she finds herself still trying to still the quivering of her own knees. She wouldn’t look weak in front of this woman, whose presence was far larger than her body.
The smile she offers back is shy, holding eye contact for only a moment. "The Peaks? Where’s that?" Her question is quiet, rolling the woman’s name around in her mind. Khar’pern... and then just Khar. While conflict makes her uncomfortable, this woman appears as a pillar of strength.
"I came from across the sea… it was warmer when I left." Even at a glance, one can tell that Eliza’s winter coat isn’t in. The chill in the air is the same one in her bones. The cycle of seasons is different in this land. "A great, dense grassland, as far as the eye can see," Eliza mused, a soft smile playing on her face. A breeze kicks up and chases under her mane, sending a shiver down her spine. She shifts slightly, such that Rougaru would serve as a break for the wind.
The shaking in her knees still hadn’t stopped.
paint mix - five - bay tobiano - mare