Long moments pass in the still night air, her hearing muffled. Like hearing someone on the other side of a fish tank, Sonorae hears the unknown creature shuffle closer and she startles as much a sick and prone creature can. It does not matter that only moments ago she has called out for them. Each emotion, each thought, has to file through her mind one at a time, and the panic far out-weighed the relief. It might have been different if her vision was not so distorted. Perhaps then her instincts would not be screaming at her to outrun a predator that she had summoned into existence.
The fleabitten grey attempts to stand, but the effort is doomed from the start. Her foreleg, asleep from the awkward angle it had been sitting, refused to support her weight as she attempted to lurch onto it and with an ungainly flail of her remaining legs, Sonorae rolled awkwardly onto her side before righting herself with a grimace. Her head swims and she drops her chin back to the ground, utilizing it as a grounding point for deciphering up from down, but even when the worst of the nausea passes she still feels woozy.
His second comment manages to break through her fog, and as though just-then remembering that he was there, her dark eyes fixated on his indistinct figure. In the dim moonlight, his pale mane and tail glowed with the light and she watched the strands of his forelock as he brushed them aside with quiet wonder. It was the first time since she'd awoken that she'd managed to fixate on any one thing in particular and it gave her some hope. Further deciphering that it was no predator (or at least not the kind that would eat her), a bit of her began to relax and she was able to lift her head gently from the ground to face him.
"Um," she manages weakly, the hum of the word vibrating in her sore skull as if it were a tuning fork. Blinking against the sensation, she robotically turned to look over her body. In the dark it was hard to tell, really, and if she were being perfectly honest she felt a bit like she was in the wrong skin. The freckles on her body, the pale strands of her tail, the reddish mark on her foreleg seemed both alien and familiar. It was disorienting and the more she looked at it, the worse it made her feel. Even beyond the strangeness of her own appearance were the cuts and abrasions over her figure. None, save the head wound, were truly serious but a few of them stung as the cool spring breeze brushed over them. "I-I don't think so."
It was awkward to speak to him from here on the ground, but Sonorae was entirely certain that trusting her legs just yet was out of the question. It was bad enough she had already panicked in his presence once and she wasn't eager to do it again. Her ears tip robotically back as she turns her gaze back to the mysterious stallion, an unspoken plea in her eyes. "I don't know what happened. Where am I?"
Again her gaze cuts outward, this time with some ability to discern the shapes of the trees and the landscape, but it all seems just as foreign to her as her own body. Is this her home? Was this her family? Unease threads its way back onto her face and she lifts her gaze back to him, feeling very, very, small.
