Wendy’s coffee brown eyes widened at the stranger’s words. It was the naïve girl’s luck that she’d stumbled upon the lands that could contain the most ruthless of the islands, the cruelest of the cruel. ”Surely, I cannot be a bother.” She said quietly, her ears air-planing on either side of her pretty head. Her nerves begin to flare back within her chest as she worried her visit with the dusty stranger was winding down an unseen trail, one that she would surely regret. With the thoughts furiously whipping through her mind her manners falter and she does not acknowledge his name immediately but a dam breaks internally, brothers.
The dim trees tower them, sheltering them from view of others but she knows this is drawing to a close, she wasn’t sure about this new location either, what would come of her once they made their way? She grew uneasy as they began their late evening saunter back to this place. Her sinewy legs stung as thorns drag across her golden pelt. She winces and stumbles as she kicks loose a leg, this man, Vacco was tank-like in his mission and the disturbed girl was lagging behind.
Another large covering of pine trees cover them as they walked for what seemed to be forever. Suddenly the crunching beneath her murky hooves and she stands there in the twilight of the early morning. Her mock defiance was a shield to her fears. ”Your brothers,” She begins, her voice quaking ”you’re taking me to them!" She accuses, her voice becoming shrill and her shield crumbling.

wendy // paint horse // 3 // mare // palomino overo ee/Aa/nCr/nO // 14.3 hands // No Home// No Rank // Jen