Everyone was so different in this part of the world, at least so far. The grullo brute whom she had first encountered was by far the kindest gentleman she had ever come across, and their two new companions - Maziel and Zevulun had greeted her graciously. As the quad of equines moved along from the meadows, Dancia turned it all around in her mind, trying to figure this strange place the waves had washed her upon.
”I do not intend to be rude, pardon my ignorance please, but, what are these places you speak of? Tinuvel? A bay? Luthien?” Her wide, blue eyes turned from Zevu to Maziel but never looking them directly in the eyes and thus was unaware of the other mare’s handicap. Instead her gaze was always lowered, her head held so she would not seem to challenge the authority of either stallion. Though the Islanders obviously followed different rules, the painted femme couldn’t easily break her traditions that had been so thoroughly beat into her.
Wisps of wind tickled Dancia’s tresses, gentle like the way Bjorn touched her shoulder, unlike the icy winds of winter upon the crags, which moreso mirrored her encounters with Dement. Although her coat had dried since her arrival, it soon became obvious that they would be swimming to their next destination. Although I would not say she feared the hungry ocean, she did hesitate as the others moved in. It was only the reassurance of the grullo stag beside her that eventually led her forward. After being tossed about like a rag doll it seemed odd that the waves were calm, barely lapping at her bruised and scarred bodice. And though at first her cuts stung, the salt water soon had a numbing effect that pleased the delicate mare greatly.
All said, they made good time to Luthien, the girl’s shorter legs always keeping her close to Bjorn’s side. ”There is much green!” She gasped as they entered the Forest, having never before seen something so alive. Rocks did not compare to the beauty of everything surrounding her but the homesickness still clung to her heart like a tick.
Do not be angry, please, She pleaded silently with Dement, although there was no possible way he’d know of hear her thoughts. I am sorry. I am sorry I failed you. Let me stay here. Stealing a sideways glance at Bjorn she felt her heart thunder against her chest, knowing that if she associated herself with the man she would be putting him in harm's way. It was not likely that Dement would ever brave the sea but on the off chance he did… Dancia shook her head, silvery white hairs falling across her facade. How could she be so selfish as this?
”Is this the place? She whispered, her frame just brushing that of Bjorn’s as if to assure herself he was there.
Dancia
female | mutt | bjorn's shadow | kittyha's abused