she is annoyed when the small mare intervenes on behalf of the painted stallion. it would feel good to knock him to the ground, to let some of the nerves built up inside her be vented out with a hearty shove to his gold and white ribcage. instead she lets out a loud snort of amusement when the small bay mare speaks. a fight? it wouldn’t be much of a fight… rather a swift deliverance of ego suppressant…it would be easy for her, like stepping on a bug. but she can see all the commotion is making the little mare nervous. she continues to glare at the laughing creature, her large expressive eyes dark and ice cold, until he is pushed aside and shrouded by someone her own size. she takes stock of this creature for the first time, gauging him as an athlete assesses their competition. he is larger than she, by a couple of inches, but of a heavier type. her eyes soften for a moment, and her ears flicker toward him momentarily.
this brief second of contact is interrupted when the smaller stallion's mouth begins to flap once again. with a snort of agitation her ears flatten back into the inky crown of mane at her poll and her eyes shift back to the creature who had drawn her attention at the first. she understands him perfectly, her ability to comprehend this language much much better than her ability to speak it, though she manages well enough. her eyes narrow at him, her head held high, as it naturally sets, and she scoffs at the rudeness of his tone. she manages, just barely, not to shove the other mare out of the way and dart toward him with teeth snapping, and instead looms with a threatening glare as he explains his words to the smaller bay. she sees him glance at her and the flicker of a smile die on his lips. he isn’t as stupid as she thought….
a joke? she could have hurt and you stood like a fool to laugh… i would like you to fall on your ošklivý little face…. now that i meet you, i would laugh well.
her gaze drifts to the little mare whose plight first drew her out. she reminds božena of a small brown bird, soft and kind as it chirps, though anything seems small and kind compared to her. it is unusual for her to feel so friendly toward something so unlike herself. it is a strange place and she has fallen into strange crowd. she misses her own family, her own people, and looking at the company before her she wonders if she will ever belong here. as long as she doesn’t have to deal with the spotted little žlutá pitomec much longer she will find a way to be happy here. in a much softer tone she addresses the mare, her voice kind and easy for the first time.
you must be strong for yourself, not let them laugh malý přítel. i am božena. your name is?
without hope of ever seeing her rodiče, her parents, again she feels like a ship cast away from it’s harbor. maybe having a friend will help, even one so vastly different from all the other horses she has ever known. she stands with her head lowered, roman nose stretched out waiting for the little mare’s answer. glancing toward the pair of stallions she realizes that the gaze of the larger still lingers on her almost desperately, and her own eyes widen slightly before darting back down in surprise.
