When the mousy-grey mare saw how quickly Nephilim's daughters responded to his call, a mixture of relief and adrenaline surged through her. The prospect of two more horses to act as a social buffer was exactly the sort of balm she needed for the awkwardness she felt at being alone with Nephilim. Yet, as his daughters came closer, Rohanne saw that they were not fillies, but fully-grown mares only a year or two younger than herself. Her stomach flip-flopped at this unexpected reality.
One daughter in particular commanded her attention. Mariael was tall and pale, and carried herself with a confidence that belied her youth. As the young mare's cool eyes looked over her, Rohanne all at once felt stout and ugly, and her gut soured momentarily with irrational resentment. "Thank you," she replied politely, and looked away to focus on Maziel instead. She was not nearly so intimidating, with her relaxed, friendly posture and sightless eyes, and she bore more of a resemblance to her father with the clusters of gold roaned through her coat.
Though Maziel's intensely friendly greeting unnerved her slightly, it made Rohanne smile all the same. "It's nice to meet you both," she replied, forcing her voice into a lighter, more amiable tone. "Though I must say, you're both much bigger than I expected." She flicked an ear toward Nephilim and gave him a sideways glance. "I hope there is room for me here. "
ROHANNE
4; grullo; draft mutt; 16.0hh |