She is no stranger to conflicting thoughts swirling within her brain. Each cavern within the mind echoes what-ifs as reminders of possibilities resulting in dead ends. She lives with the consequences of choices made over a lifetime of vaguely misguided attempts at becoming someone worthwhile. The appearance of the slender girl within this land - practically rendered nameless and worthless - speaks volumes upon her failures and the whims she followed to her fated arrival upon the island's sandy shores. While alluding to failed dreams and shattered plans, one would be prudent to avoid assuming the woman is a blundering fool. Even though her perilous scurrying through the night would have been quite humorous to view, her seemingly foolish antics can be attributed to years revolving around the need for secrecy shrouded by a veneer of eloquent diplomacy. While the pressures of ruling consume the incoming stranger, she has shirked the need for encumbering duties and in doing so has gained something valuable. The ability to recreate oneself into whomever one wishes to become is an exotic concept rarely presented. She will grasp her chance to plant roots and blossom once more into a woman unbeknownst even to herself. Fate is a fickle creature that often gleefully thrusts together characters that otherwise would never cross each other's paths. She untethered herself from previous escapades and the stranger that approaches is no less drifting aimlessly than she. Kindred souls often find each other on mere chance and provide mirror images in which one can view their own faults. Both of the creatures brave the frigid night apparently unafraid of the seemingly endless darkness weighing heavily across the frost covered meadow. While only time will prove if the pair complement or contrast each other the encounter tonight will begin setting the tone for her reformation.
The scent of the stallion betrays his approach before he speaks. Her refined head swivels sharply in time to meet his gaze, her own eyes so dark as to almost appear vacant or filled with pieces of the night surrounding them. Her delicately fluted ears flutter in uncertainty - first resting upon her poll in devilish warning before pricking to allow his words to flow within. She holds her tongue before responding in order to give preference to surveying the man. He is of unusual coloration - painted splotches intertwined with uneven striped piping throughout his coat - coming to a culmination at the unexpected clarity of bright blue eyes. She is eye-level with the brute, though her own frame is far more lithe than the heftiness of the creature before her. "Everyone dies eventually. Better to do it alone and in the dark." Her quip is meant to bring a shred of levity to the fact that she is indeed alone and easy prey - of this fact she is keenly aware. "You are here the same as I; alone and wandering. Why assume that you are the one that is safe?" Her words are jostled by a gust of icy wind apparently wishing to accentuate them. Her raven colored mane whips around her in defiance, as if seeking to fight the unforgiving chill seeping into her bones. She fixes him with her oddly ethereal stare as she wonders exactly what - or even who - is responsible fore his loneliness. |