the small mare is grateful for the time he allows her to calm her emotions and gather her thoughts. her body had always given the impression of fragility, delicate and fae-like, but never had she struggled so much emotionally. it is unlike her to be so out of sorts. as the conversation turns away from her momentarily she can breathe easily again.
her brilliant blue eyes regard him steadily, truly curious of his history here. petal hadn’t ever felt like she belonged anywhere but he seems to fit this place like the stars fit the sky… and as he explains his lineage it seems to make sense. he was born for this isle. she notes the sadness that flashes across his face when mentioning his parents. her head tips subtly with curiosity but she doesn’t press. she had endured a complicated relationship with her own family growing up and left under circumstances less than pleasant but it is a past she has left long behind. those things will never bother her nearly as much as the ache she feels now for recent troubles.
as the warm wind tousles her rust and cream mane she tries to relax into it, letting the softness of its touch sooth the tenseness that lurks beneath her hide. when his dark eyes seek hers she obliges, meeting them with her own blue ones. it is a strange question he poses and she finds herself at a loss as to the answer. does he wish to know that she would not want to be here? would it hurt him to know she hadn’t wanted this? did she care if the answer was not what he wanted? she did, to a point. she did not wish to cause him discomfort or sadness… she was a kind enough soul not to wish that on anyone. for now she could only offer a half truth.
i’m not sure. i would seek my daughter, dahlia. she left to explore and her sister misses her dearly….
time would tell of their future relationship but for now she wasn’t brave enough to voice her true heart. it has never been about the where for her anyway… it was the freedom to leave that allowed her heart to soar.