Halcyon Flats
Possible trigger: BDD
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
There was no denying the reluctance in the other mare’s almost sullen demeanour. At first she stood with rigid, predatory form, skull lowered and ears reclined unpleasantly, but it seemed that the white flag Zahra offered, was more or less better received. The pained woman inched forward slowly, warily, noting the body language of her company with measure and skill, and as she did, the other too began to step closer.
The threatening stance of the stranger began to melt away. First, it was noted that her coloured skull lifted and marbled ivories were sheathed too (thankfully)—there was no masking the savageness of their intent, even though the rain; perhaps the outline of dim-hued ears pricked forward too. As murky wet wings across the way subsided, settling at last against the slender curve of the nearing frame, Zahra too let her fall further and shuffled the length of the feathers until they were resting once more, comfortably at her sides.
When it seemed like their proximity could better harbour a conversation, both horses paused their stride, and sooty twins craned forward to received the single word gestured by this foul-natured acquaintance—everyone had off days, right?
“I’m Zahra…” she offered lightly, making a perceivable effort to not let the mood of the other horse sour her own intentions. “Does something trouble you?” Allowing her eyes to trace the coloured figure of the other briefly, the golden-bellied healer could find no suggestion of injury. Perhaps it was simply the effect of the wretched weather and never-ending rain—Zahra too felt the sting of moodiness too, occasionally these days. The Rift was far less hospitable than old Helovia.
The threatening stance of the stranger began to melt away. First, it was noted that her coloured skull lifted and marbled ivories were sheathed too (thankfully)—there was no masking the savageness of their intent, even though the rain; perhaps the outline of dim-hued ears pricked forward too. As murky wet wings across the way subsided, settling at last against the slender curve of the nearing frame, Zahra too let her fall further and shuffled the length of the feathers until they were resting once more, comfortably at her sides.
When it seemed like their proximity could better harbour a conversation, both horses paused their stride, and sooty twins craned forward to received the single word gestured by this foul-natured acquaintance—everyone had off days, right?
“I’m Zahra…” she offered lightly, making a perceivable effort to not let the mood of the other horse sour her own intentions. “Does something trouble you?” Allowing her eyes to trace the coloured figure of the other briefly, the golden-bellied healer could find no suggestion of injury. Perhaps it was simply the effect of the wretched weather and never-ending rain—Zahra too felt the sting of moodiness too, occasionally these days. The Rift was far less hospitable than old Helovia.
@Ahlora
