arabian · mare · 4yrs · 15 hh · white
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Her eyes wandered as they traveled together toward the lagoon; trees, dirt, Felony, grass, leaves, Felony, sky, clouds, Felony, Felony, Felony. Oh was she staring? Cricket's eyes snapped forward. She pondered the Lagoon. What would it be like? Why was it so smelly? Were there many others there? And most of all, would she like it? Part of her hoped it was devoid of life. Her ears fell softly backward, head low in quiet misery. It was probably full of other horses. Ugh. The anxiety started to creep in. Her eyes snapped back to Felony, ears forward, head raises slightly. Being alone with him was easier. Cricket did not feel the need to run or hide. She wanted to talk to him, to , maybe, explain herself. But her tongue would just feel, suddenly, very swollen and her mouth very dry and every sentence she thought just sounded ..hmm..not quite right.

When she looked as though she might say something, she wouldn't. It was painful.

Finally, when the smell of rotten mud hung faintly in the air, her delicate voice rang clear through their heavy silence, ” I'm not good with crowds.” Her admittance was matter a-of-fact. Cricket kept looking forward. ” Also, I knew that I had I never crossed your borders. Never smelled like that.” She drew in a deep breath of the stench, her eyes glancing over at him as they kept moving forward. Cricket was not hostile about situation, but she certainly was not stupid either. She knew it was her fault for being so disconnected in her panic.

For losing her voice in a crowd.