i'm a wild boy, ready to destroy Posted on March 2, 2024 at 06:03:59 AM by Salinger
My eyes don't leave the form of the filly, who was still lying on her back cushioned by the tall grass. Curiously, my head cocks a little to one side, dark-trimmed ears straining forward toward her. She seems to relax. The delicate droplets of her hooves rest against her chest now instead of sticking awkwardly up and out.
The painted filly managed to stammer out that she didn't meet others often. Something in me softens. I knew what that was like. I had grown up with my mother in the wilds of the Crossing, hardly daring to go to the other islands except on the rare occasion of seeing my father. I wasn't raised in the safety of a herd or band. Just my mother and the wits I'd managed to keep about me.
She called herself Amarinora and mentioned her father, Nahawi. The latter struck some kind of recognition in my mind, but I couldn't really place it. As for her name? I don't think I've ever heard something as pretty. I smiled and told her as such. Abashedly, I wondered if she hadn't gotten up yet, because I was standing almost directly over her. With a smile that smacked of apology, I do my best to take a few steps back from her. Now that she had room to get up, maybe she would.