Posted on May 25, 2013 at 00:22:14 AM by SYNDROME
Syndrome felt foolish for thinking that she would be the only one taking interest in her leader's disappearance. She now wanted terribly to turn and go back, but she would do no such thing; she was no coward, however much she feared the presence of others. She realized she must already look weak, as she had stayed at the edge of the water as if it scared her while another mare strutted right in. She was not afraid of the water, and in fact she rather enjoyed the challenge it had been to swim to this island. However, that knowledge was not enough for her, and just to prove she was not as pathetic as she may seem, she slipped quietly into the current as if she suddenly were very thirsty, though she drifted some distance from the others before stopping.
Vercingetorix seemed not to have any opinion on his small band of followers. Even so, Syn couldn't tell whether or not he was implying something when he mentioned the mares' distance from the herd. When he turned the attention to the other stallion, the painted mare gave him a nod; he stood a polite distance from them, which might have meant he was respectful or might have meant he was afraid of Vercingetorix; maybe both, she couldn't tell. He might have been antisocial as well.
The water was wonderfully cold on her hooves and legs, which were sore, though why they were so she couldn't remember. She dipped her head towards the water and flicked her reflection a bit with her lips before submerging them to drink. Cold raced down her throat and she sighed happily. She felt a bit better, though she still felt awkward and clumsy in front of these people. She cast her eyes over the group, trying to convince herself that casually running away was not a good idea. She knew that once she spoke with them a bit, she would be significantly more comfortable, but until then she felt out of place and unwelcome.
IT’S A REVOLUTION, I SUPPOSE; WE’RE PAINTED RED TO FIT RIGHT IN.
----------------------------------- Syndrome | 3 years | 17hh | silver grullo tobiano
----------------------------------- Syndrome | 3 years | 17hh | silver grullo tobiano
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Replies:
- i refuse to, sink - By Costello May 30, 2013 at 07:36:57 PM
- whistles the wind - By Indian Hemp June 4, 2013 at 01:16:27 AM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix June 4, 2013 at 02:59:15 AM
- We're breaking in, shaping up - By SYNDROME June 5, 2013 at 02:00:18 AM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix June 4, 2013 at 02:59:15 AM
- whistles the wind - By Indian Hemp June 4, 2013 at 01:16:27 AM
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