Mikhail grazed alone, content to keep to himself in the little corner of the Commons. That's how it'd always been for him. He isolated himself from others - or perhaps others isolated him from them. When he was younger he agonized over which it was, but as time passed the tobiano came to not care. What was the point when either way he was alone? The milkiness of his eyes, a dead giveaway of his blindness, often alienated him from others upon sight. And if that didn't do it, it was certainly his personality that sealed the deal. A little too rough around the edges, a little too brash... Mikhail was a jagged pill, too hard for many to swallow.
But that didn't deter some from trying. He'd just taken another mouthful of grass when he heard the approach of hooves followed by a feminine voice but a few feet away, sweet and inviting.
Mind some company? it says, and Mikhail paused mid-chew to lift his head, pieces of grass sticking out of the corners of his mouth.
"Hm?" He hummed, hurrying to swallow his mouthful before speaking.
"You want my company?" The bay asked, brows raising in disbelief. No one had ever
asked for his company before. It'd always just been awkwardly forced upon others by circumstance. To be outright asked was a new and strange experience. What kind of horse would actively seek out his company? The question made him more curious, and more willing to accept the stranger's request.
"I won't say no if that's what you really want," he conceded a moment later. Suddenly he felt awkward. Small talk, making conversation, that'd never been his thing. In a previous life, one years behind him, there'd never been a need for small talk, only sharp-edged demands and cruel comments. Shifting on his hooves, Mikhail flicked his ears towards the unknown woman and asked,
"What's your name?"
who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry thirsty roots?
fifteen. georgian grande mutt. bay tobiano
of nowhere. blind. felony x zhenya. pippa.