The young stallion studies her petite features, even spying the half hearted smile that she offers him. Yet, as quickly as it appears, it is gone, replaced by the trembling of her dark lips. Her voice squeaks out the first time, his ears flicker and catch the next attempt. He offers her a weak smile, his guilt rises to the surface. "Thank you. If I was such a good son, I would of found momma by now." He sighs, the pain tearing him anew. He swivels his head away from the buckskin filly, his gaze averted as he tries to gather his thoughts. Momma, had left him behind, not even offering to take him with her.
Her chocked sob brings his attention back to her, he takes a step closer. Her words just barely above a whisper. He curiously looks at her, crazy? She did not look like the crazy to him? "I think if you are the crazy, you would know it. Do you hear voices inside of your head?" He gently prods, he has heard of the crazies having voices that whisper to them. "I do not think you are crazy." He sighs, if anyone was crazy around here, it would of been him. It seems to run in his family. "My dad, he said that grandpa heard voices inside of his head. That was what made him mean, my dad said that he would even hurt others because of the voices."
A bit of warmth moves into his speckled cheeks, he had said to much. "Sorry." His crystal eyes settle on her petite face, sometimes he did not know when to stop talking.
- icelandic mutt - 2.5 years old - Dögun x Freya
of the forest
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