although she isn’t sure if the situation has been made worse or better by her presence she is thoroughly glad at having met the little mare named yeva. she marvels at the willingness in her new friend to forgive and forget, an almost incomprehensible thing when it comes to her own pride…. she doubts she will ever be capable of doing the same but she admires the quality. she has little interest however, in the names of the two barbarians that seemed to only laugh at yeva’s expense. times like this made her miss her brothers, who could tease and cajole with the best of them but never forgot their manners. a moment full of heart-sickness rolled over her in remembrance of her family but she pushed it away forcefully. it would do no good to look miserable before the only company she had met since her arrival to the islands.
now that she had given up the idea of shoving the yellow and white stallion into the dirt, an urge she could barely resist but did so only because she knew it would distress her new friend a great deal, she stepped to yeva’s side so as not to stand in the middle of conversation. as the smaller stallion introduced himself she couldn’t resist flattening her ears and rolling her eyes at his nickname. she didn’t have long to dwell on the fact that he kept flashing smiles at yeva that caused her skin to prickle with annoyance. surely he hadn’t gone from laughing at her in the dirt to thinking he might have a chance at taking her home… the little bay mare was much too good for someone whose nickname could also be short for “psych-opath”, something she’d be sure to share with yeva later on. she may speak with a heavy accent and stilted sentences but her knowledge of their language is comprehensive.
she doesn’t have time to react when the obnoxious stallion suggests to yeva they walk some distance away because her vision is suddenly filled with the pale cream colored stallion who has been relatively quiet thus far. her ears flicker forward as her name rolls from his lips and her eyes, dark and deep peaking from thick lashes, lift to meet his. she is surprised when she finds them, brilliantly blue, firmly and intensely focused on her. she draws in a breath as he extends his muzzle toward her, suddenly overcome with a sensation she has rarely felt, if ever. nervousness floods her body like a wave washing over a shoreline, causing her to momentarily forget her disinclination to dislike him. she can only extend her own velvety muzzle in return, as dark as his is light, with eyes still wide in surprise at the directness and intensity of his gaze. she barely exhales before withdrawing her head and neck chastely, recovering some of her senses. she is vaguely aware of a thudding sensation in her breast that makes her terribly uncomfortable. she shakes away this thought and opens her mouth to speak, her voice lacking the edge it had when she spoke to the other stallion. you have bad choice of friends kendry… but i did not hear you laugh at my new friend so i suppose i am more glad to know your name than his… the spotted little pitomec…
at the mention of psych she snorts unceremoniously, glaring in his direction briefly before returning it to kendry. something about him makes her uncomfortable, perhaps the staring and the possessive way her name rolled off his lips or it could be the echo of her parents voices in her ear, warning her never to dishonor their family and herd by consorting with someone whose blood wasn’t of kladruby heritage… she can’t help but wonder if they would expect her to be alone forever…. she certainly is the only one of her kind here….having roamed the common island for days, weeks even, she has seen none that sport the roman nose that characterizes her type… and somehow she knows, she will not see her family or her old home again.
