mare; arasien horse; 15hh; dappled palomino
2 years
no home
Fawn could feel the softening of Nekharat’s voice, and she was grateful for it. Though she was used to anger and harsh tones, she never stopped craving a gentle voice, no matter from whom it came - or the true intentions behind it. This time, she was fairly certain both the slender horses standing with her in the sand had genuine motives, though she shuddered to think she might still put her trust in them even if she did not feel they were being honest. It did not help her case to think about the what-ifs, however, so she shook her head to dispel the unsettling thoughts and turned her shy honey eyes to the red ‘Teke.
”I don’t believe I would be safer with anyone else,” she joked softly. She was worried about the grey stallion’s reaction to this, but when she turned her attention back to him, she was surprised to hear that he encouraged the escort. Any tension she held in anticipation of a disagreement melted cautiously away. She had never known a stallion to stay sane in the face of such fire from a mare, even in the herds of her father where mares ruled over their masculine counterparts. Was it an act? Did she care if it was? She could listen to his gentle voice for days, even if it was telling her lies.
Wistfully, she looked out over the ocean. She had no idea the direction from which she had come, or in which she was about to depart, but she supposed it didn’t matter. Part of her was just so ready to let her old life go, but part of her still mourned the familiar pain of trying to survive in the middle of two warring peoples. Yet another part of her was wary of the new life, and of the grey stallion and his lovely promises. It was too good to be true. Even if it was true, she did not deserve it. She was born a mistake, and had been long punished for it. If her body had once held value - and Fawn believed it had not - it certainly did not anymore. She doubted she could tend the needs of any stallion, let alone bear a child, though luckily the season was nearly over and she would not have to find out for some time.
The thoughts were overwhelming, and Fawn tore her gaze from the tranquil waves and back to the unfamiliar land upon which she stood. Both of the desert-built horses had reassured her of her right to choose, but Fawn did not feel like she truly had a choice. Yes, she could stay here without punishment from the grey stallion, but who would pick her up next? Would she even be able to survive long enough for such a thing to happen? The land was too rich for her body, and the mountain air brought down by the ‘Teke was equally as unfriendly to Fawn’s fragile body.
She sucked in a deep breath. Well, she had the right to choose, but this was her only logical option, no matter how lovely Antares made it sound. She looked up to him for direction, and to try and reassure herself that he was telling the truth, as though she could somehow glean more secrets from his face than his voice. But she learned nothing new, for she was too tired to focus much on the handsome lines of his face, so instead she simply waited for him to lead the way.
ooc: we can continue in the Dunes if you guys are down!
Fawn
