He could appreciate her quaintness.
How her color was like red clay and her eyes were blank, like her mind was a million miles from this place. She looked around him, under him, but never quite at him. Gael only spares her a glance before his attention is drawn away out of respect or condolence. He was not as handsomely colored as the rest of his family. A wonderful melting pot of roans and dapples. No, he was black, from ears to tail and he liked it that way. Being such an obvious color made it easier to sneak in and out of situations, to be the quiet observer instead of the obnoxious centerpiece.
Gael flicks his tail at the sound of her voice, his head lowered to the ground to lip absently mindedly at the grass. Her question makes him pause –
In more ways than I care to admit, he says to her. The black stallion tilts his head enough so that one dark eye can stare up at her and he gives the barest flick of a smile. Do you mean physically, metaphorically, or emotionally?
Gael chuckles, he lifts his head a little.
Was now the time to make pitiful jokes? Probably not but what other time was there? He found that this mare was very much like him in the sense she didn’t have a very cheerful outlook on life in general. I have a quip for each one, he adds quietly but still with a tinge of humor.
How her color was like red clay and her eyes were blank, like her mind was a million miles from this place. She looked around him, under him, but never quite at him. Gael only spares her a glance before his attention is drawn away out of respect or condolence. He was not as handsomely colored as the rest of his family. A wonderful melting pot of roans and dapples. No, he was black, from ears to tail and he liked it that way. Being such an obvious color made it easier to sneak in and out of situations, to be the quiet observer instead of the obnoxious centerpiece.
Gael flicks his tail at the sound of her voice, his head lowered to the ground to lip absently mindedly at the grass. Her question makes him pause –
In more ways than I care to admit, he says to her. The black stallion tilts his head enough so that one dark eye can stare up at her and he gives the barest flick of a smile. Do you mean physically, metaphorically, or emotionally?
Gael chuckles, he lifts his head a little.
Was now the time to make pitiful jokes? Probably not but what other time was there? He found that this mare was very much like him in the sense she didn’t have a very cheerful outlook on life in general. I have a quip for each one, he adds quietly but still with a tinge of humor.