here the world is quiet Posted on June 20, 2013 at 05:51:03 PM by f l e e t e
fleete
Their trek through the forest is a gradual procession punctuated by many stops for rest or reassurance. Barely hours old, the pale child is not capable of moving through the trees with the soundless grace of her dam; it seems her ungainly limbs are determined to tangle themselves in every available obstacle, her little hooves determined to snap every twig. After spending a handful of long, tense moments extricating the babe who had somehow managed to wedge herself between the limbs of a fallen tree and the trunk of one of its living brethren, the reluctant mare is resigned to leaving the cover of the forest. Ushering her daughter close - so that pale taupe blends almost seamlessly with the tawny sand of her own coat - Fleete emerges into the small clearing, stumbling upon the adolescent mare in the midst of a meal. And abruptly, the submissive, quiet creature transforms.
Her expression is guarded as Fleete abruptly cuts in front of her offspring, placing her comparatively frail body between the filly and the burly yearling whom she has vaguely recalls seeing at the dominant mare's side. The unspoken language of her stance is clearly a warning as her muzzle is thrust forward to exchange breaths with the young woman. She draws back just as abruptly, ears burying themselves in the creamy sea of her mane and chattering her teeth anxiously as her daughter circles around from behind the screen of her body with an expression of naked curiosity that mirrors Asha's. After regarding the older girl for a moment, she stretches her little neck out as far as it can reach, extending her nose toward the grey in initiation of her mother, though the gesture is tentative and gentle in comparison with Fleete's surly greeting.
Fleete, tensed to intervene at the slightest provocation, never finds the opportunity; the exchange between newborn and yearling is cut brief by the arrival of another foal, and on her heels, a burnished woman whom the fawn-colored mare presumes is her dam. Shifting uneasily, Fleete casts a longing glance into the solace of the trees, but her daughter's presence here has ensured that she will meet and mingle among the herd at last. There can be no running; Fawne was too young to keep up, and far too vulnerable to survive on her own. She needed to be raised in the safety and security of a herd, which spelled the end of Fleete's days of solitude on its peripheries. Resignation softens the edge of her anxiety as she edges forward to greet the newcomer, though keeping a wary eye on her child as Fawne likewise steps toward Ygritte with an expression that somehow combines interest and bemusement. She had not expected to find another dwarf in a world that seemed comprised of giants.
| akhal-teke x andalusian | mare | six | 16hh | chestnut pearl |
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