hello, my old heart. Posted on October 15, 2017 at 01:48:51 PM by winona
no one told me life was cruel
As Winona peered out from between the trunks, watching another lonely figure traipse across the Meadow (in a much more lively manner than she had), she couldn't help but wonder where things would go from here. Would she have any luck finding a new place to call home? She hadn't meant to get this far, hadn't meant to get washed away from home like she had. But she was here now, and there was no changing that. She could only work to mold her own future, now, and hope the odds were stacked in her favor. Of course, the likelihood of that was already astoundingly low, but keeping a positive attitude was the least she could do.
The speckled mare was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the white-faced male making his way towards her. She wasn't expecting company, honestly - and hadn't even noticed him upon first entering the forest. Although she prided herself on her observational skills, the lethargy of her journey seemed to be slowing her cognitive skills. It wasn't until he had sidled up to a nearby tree, mimicking her casual pose, that she finally became aware of his presence. Her ears flattened back in annoyance, her body stiffening in an almost imperceptible way. It was a clear sign of how she felt about his company.
Turning her head, she opened her mouth to speak (and tell him to kindly bugger off in the opposite direction), only to be beat to it by the stranger next to her.
Willin' to make a trade? he asked, and her ears immediately swiveled forward, posture perking up noticeably. Her sour mood immediately dissipated, leaving in its wake a gentle curiosity. She turned a lazy eye at him, green hues reflecting the vibrant leaves that filtered sunlight above them. "Depends... what kinda trade are you talkin' about?" She asked, her lips quirking up into a smirk. Her tail flicked leisurely against her hocks, chasing away the flues that danced in the air around them. She could never resist temptation, especially when it came in the form of a steely grey stud.