When he stopped in her path she bumped into him slightly, her thoughts still clouding around the fact that she can become quite easily endangered when the weather turns. On the mainland she'd mostly lived in a temperate area that was cool and calm, so much so that the weather was almost never a threat. She would specifically stay in places that were easier to navigate and hide away in, anyway. Sometimes she was forced to compromise and leave said places but it was mostly other equines, or predators, that provoked this. And even they were rare; most equine would leave her alone to 'die'.
If she were weak enough to die, wouldn't she have done so already?
Wouldn't the sea have grabbed her, only to never let her go?
The gentle breath of her leader on her delicate nose pulls the mare from her worries and the memories of her past to the ones not far gone, the memory of a colt, barely a stallion, awkward but kind, claiming her on a beach. It brings a smile to her lips. ”I was probably the first mare he claimed.” She softly bumps her nose to his with the thought, lingering for a moment to show her affection. She pulls back a bit as he begins to talk, not wanting to muffle his words.
Once he finished she does as he asked and follows directly behind him, weaving through the dense cluster of trees, her heavy frame at times having to literally squeeze through the thin gaps between them. The rain is slowly becoming lighter and is barely reaching them by the time they're on the rock face, and she is pleasantly surprised when only a swirling mist touches her pale skin.
The rocky path was certainly challenging to climb but she is happy they're now safe from the storm. Although it has mostly stopped, there may be more on its way, so she is truly glad. ”Nonsense Braylen, we are much safer now, thanks to you.”Her gaze is warm and earnest when she looks upon him, not even scared of the ledge she is inches away from because he is here to protect her. He has made her realize she doesn't need to look after herself entirely, she doesn't need to be capable of doing everything. She just needs someone.
The fair skinned mare still knows, however, that any step to her left would be wise left untaken.
And she also knows Braylen would never let her. She wouldn't let him either, no matter the circumstance.
After a few moments she sighs gently, lightheartedly deciding to pay the stallion a compliment, ”You're the sweetest stallion I've met,” she giggles quietly, probably sounding like a filly, after she says this to him.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |