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She messed up again. She knows she did. Ears drop back in submission and pale silver blue eyes widen with surprise as the stallion tenses and bucks his heels at her. Immediately she digs her hooves deep into the soil to push her slender frame back in reverse and away from the flail of his feet. ”I’m sorry.” she mumbles despite the calm that seemed to overwhelm him at the realization that she proved to be no threat.

And she was no threat. Nyimara was the fighter in their family, Warduna following obediently at the silver witch’s heels but Raksha, no. Though she was a diligent daughter and did her best to listen to the wisdom of her mother, Raksha had no true desire to harm or cause harm to another being. The idea of spilling blood or even wounds in general made her stomach uneasy and her head light. It was not something she was remotely proud of but did all she could to keep that information quiet. Nyimara would give her no sympathy so why should she bother? All she had anymore was her mother and siblings, besides that she was alone.

However whatever anger or surprise the stranger had felt at her unexpected intrusion was replaced with another emotion that she was all too familiar with; disappointment. From the heavy sigh on his lips to the drop of his gaze and the sag in his shoulders, she felt the disappointment as she had seen it so many times before. Nyimara’s hard gaze as it fell on her young daughter returning to the Hills alone, the coldness in Bjorn’s eyes as he had gazed upon Nyimara time and time again; disappointment. Despite herself, she feels the weight of that knowledge sagging her own shoulders. He is quick to recover however and she finds a smile (and perhaps a bit of blush if she were being honest) draws her chocolate lashes lower over her eyes as she drops her gaze away from him. Warmth flutters in her pounding heart as bashfully she raises her gaze to meet him, ”b..but I ran into you remember?” she murmurs beginning to feel a bit better about the whole situation. She may not have been who he hoped had disturbed him, but at least for the most part, the look of despair was gone.

Small ears perk as he begs for water. The request was simple enough and quite frankly, since she had just given him a mild heart attack, she felt as if she owed it to him. Truthfully she was more than happy for the excuse not to immediately return to the Hills empty handed. Silver blue eyes brighten as her finely dished head nods vigorously, her chocolate tag flicking back and forth, ”Yes! There is a stream nearby actually, I will take you there, it is the least I can do for trying to run you over.” she continues, letting her voice trail off a moment as she brushes past his shoulder. She takes a few steps and pauses, turning her proud head back to let her gaze once more fall on him, ”Come on, it is this way.” she adds taking another step forward before halting suddenly. She had forgotten! ”Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Raksha by the way.”