Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Live through this ~~lie~~
Posted on October 9, 2017 at 06:00:06 PM by S H A M WARI

Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.

My jaws churn mechanically as I graze haphazardly among the bleak offerings this time of year. My stomach churns as I do so, warning that I'll need to find a full meal here if I plan to make the swim back to Luthien later on in the day. As such, my chipped and dull hooves continue to paw at the cold, hard ground, turning up little besides withered roots and squirming worms under its surface. Luckily the fresh scent of an unfamiliar reaches me in the passing breeze, and is of interest enough to turn my mind elsewhere than the poor offerings available for breakfast today. My whiskered nostrils flare as I search from the scent in the brisk morning air. My red coat is still thick and shaggy for the winter season, despite the hints of spring being very much upon us.

One ear lobe swivels forward and then the other when a slender grey mare appears in the distance. I am taken aback by her presence -- it's clear she is looking directly at me, and soon she begins to approach. My heavy cranium rises high above my withers as she closes the distance between us. I follow her movement, studying every step she takes, as hardy plumes of carbon dioxide flood from my nostrils in the form a few fair warning snorts. She halts not far from me, but is smart to keep some distance. She seems friendly enough, if not a bit cautious. But it's been some time since the roles have been reversed, and a that a mare approached me on the Crossing Isle.

She asks an abrupt by surprisingly poignant question. My thick, brown tail whips across my haunches as I consider it gravely for what feels like a long time. Are you alright? I can't remember the last time someone close has asked me that. I don't think they ever have. Expect for maybe Bri, who could never vocalize the words, but begs me for assurance with her worry-laiden eyes from time to time. But never my mother, nor my sister or brother, whom I've devoted my life to making sure they're safe in a space they want to be. Not the mares that I keep in the Prairie, who rely on me for safety. I don't need to be looked after, to be asked if I'm alright. But the fact that some stranger is standing here before me, asking such a thing, makes me feel vulnerable and naked in her company.

"I'm... I'm not sure." I respond gruffly, allowing a heavy sigh to deflate the sides of my barrel. But I cock my head to one side as I study her again, wondering what her end game was here. And I decide to pose the same to her. "Are you?"

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