Posted on March 2, 2024 at 01:20:13 PM by Sinaet
The tears pricked at her eyes, a soft burn along the waterline. The saltwater welled at the brim before escaping in a single track down the white plain of her cheek. A suppressed sigh shuddered from her lungs, aching as if a sob had left her lips. Closing her eyes, Sinaet forced herself to inhale slowly through her nostrils before exhaling again: it was an attempt to steady herself. Or rather to mute herself as she had done for so long.
The sound of soft movement -- the shufflling of hooves perhaps -- drew the mare's attention enough to open her eyes once more. Her cheeks were now largely dry after the tears had had time to disappear. "Um.." a voice began, "hi." Sinaet turned her head to face the source more directly and found a pale, golden mare: Encelia. Seafoam eyes watched the wavering mare, and Sinaet did not turn away from her. Nor did she charge the girl as Encelia feared. She simply watched, a little bit of surprise playing on her own face.
In the time that Sinaet had been in the Bay -- which had not been for altogether long at this point -- the golden girl had not approached her. Sinaet wouldn't have forced her to anyway. Nerves flutter over Encelia's face. Sinaet softened at the sight. “Sorry, I just… saw you were alone and I…" she paused, shaking her head. Perhaps there was a hope it would clear away the nerves the palomino clearly had. "I'm Encelia." For once, Sinaet offered the mare -- her daughter-in-law of sorts -- a smile. It was tight on her own face from the grief, but she tried to push past that so that Encelia could see the welcome she wanted to convey.
"Hello, Encelia.. I'm Sinaet. I'm Canis' dam, but perhaps you have already learned that." An awkward, self-deprecating titter of her own parted the dun's pale lips softly. "He speaks highly of you," she offered, which was true. The first thing Canis had mentioned after leaving Salem had been his chance meeting with Encelia. She had come with him, wandering north until Canis had been offered a place here. It had surprised Sinaet that, after all that time together and then his first fall with willing mares, Encelia had not been the first of his mares to bear a child.
Perhaps she was not willing to do so? This seemed illogical to Sinaet. From how reverently he spoke of the palomino, she suspected it would not take much for her son to rise to such a task. He stole glances at her many times throughout the day; Sinaet had seen it. Canis had confided his feelings for the golden lady to his mother but said he wasn't sure how to broach the topic. He feared in all that had happened to allow him -- them -- to settle in the Bay that he and Encelia had drifted apart. He confessed he feared that the presence of the other mares and now his young daughters had hurt his golden friend and forced her away. There hadn't been anything obviously romantic between the two yet, and it was fear of his that she felt nothing more than friendship toward him.
"Canis told me that you two have wandered together for some time?" It was phrased as a question in hopes Encelia might tell her side of the tale. She hoped the golden mare would relax a little in telling their story.
The sound of soft movement -- the shufflling of hooves perhaps -- drew the mare's attention enough to open her eyes once more. Her cheeks were now largely dry after the tears had had time to disappear. "Um.." a voice began, "hi." Sinaet turned her head to face the source more directly and found a pale, golden mare: Encelia. Seafoam eyes watched the wavering mare, and Sinaet did not turn away from her. Nor did she charge the girl as Encelia feared. She simply watched, a little bit of surprise playing on her own face.
In the time that Sinaet had been in the Bay -- which had not been for altogether long at this point -- the golden girl had not approached her. Sinaet wouldn't have forced her to anyway. Nerves flutter over Encelia's face. Sinaet softened at the sight. “Sorry, I just… saw you were alone and I…" she paused, shaking her head. Perhaps there was a hope it would clear away the nerves the palomino clearly had. "I'm Encelia." For once, Sinaet offered the mare -- her daughter-in-law of sorts -- a smile. It was tight on her own face from the grief, but she tried to push past that so that Encelia could see the welcome she wanted to convey.
"Hello, Encelia.. I'm Sinaet. I'm Canis' dam, but perhaps you have already learned that." An awkward, self-deprecating titter of her own parted the dun's pale lips softly. "He speaks highly of you," she offered, which was true. The first thing Canis had mentioned after leaving Salem had been his chance meeting with Encelia. She had come with him, wandering north until Canis had been offered a place here. It had surprised Sinaet that, after all that time together and then his first fall with willing mares, Encelia had not been the first of his mares to bear a child.
Perhaps she was not willing to do so? This seemed illogical to Sinaet. From how reverently he spoke of the palomino, she suspected it would not take much for her son to rise to such a task. He stole glances at her many times throughout the day; Sinaet had seen it. Canis had confided his feelings for the golden lady to his mother but said he wasn't sure how to broach the topic. He feared in all that had happened to allow him -- them -- to settle in the Bay that he and Encelia had drifted apart. He confessed he feared that the presence of the other mares and now his young daughters had hurt his golden friend and forced her away. There hadn't been anything obviously romantic between the two yet, and it was fear of his that she felt nothing more than friendship toward him.
"Canis told me that you two have wandered together for some time?" It was phrased as a question in hopes Encelia might tell her side of the tale. She hoped the golden mare would relax a little in telling their story.
Sinaet
mare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- mother of Canis & Hemming
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