She glares at the stubborn stallion from beneath dark tendrils of her matted forelock - had she caught his name? Damn did he even say his name? She huffs in frustration once more before as he continues his long winded explanation on why it was too dangerous for her to be left alone. He kept pointing out her situation - that there were scary bears, and wolves oh my.
She could survive on her own - she had made it this far - hadn't she? She drops her bicolored gaze to the scrapes and trickling blood as it mixes with the sands beneath her hooves. Maybe not unscathed, but she was alive. She draws her gaze up towards him, there is no softening in her eyes nor friendliness. He is a stranger - there is no flicker of recognition in her mind nor memories of their encounters.
A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches the frustration contort his handsome face and the tension rise in his voice. Soon. He would grow tired of her. There were other damsels out there that he could swoop in and rescue. She needed no one. He quickly answers her questions about where here was.
We’re in the Commons. Which is another big problem for you, a defenseless, injured pretty young mare alone here. he pauses dramatically considering it’s autumn. Territory leaders forcibly claim horses they want to live in their home with them here.
Sounds like a barbaric place... a place that a stallion like him would linger in. Her eyes narrow and her ears lay against the arch of her neck. "It sounds like you have plenty of experience... are you one of those territory leaders preying on poor defenseless pretty young women?" she scoffs as she takes a stumbling step toward the sea.
But before she can take another step - the approach of another draws her to a halt as an unfamiliar name leaves his lips. What is with these guys? Who is this Calypso? She jerks her head back toward the painted stallion. No recognition flickers to life in her breast - her bicolored eyes find concern and confusion as she gazes into his face. "I don't know a Calypso..." she pauses a breath as she tries to search for a memory of his face, and yet nothing, "and I don't know you."
She jerks her head away from the duo - all of this Calypso nonsense has her head pounding - apparently she had left quite the impression on these two stallions. Wherever she was, maybe they should look for her there, and leave her to lick her wounds in peace.
