Darkness had once scared the mare. Darkness had taken over her a time or two and had drawn her thoughts into something that she was not proud of. It had been darkness that had forced her to abandon her newborn fillies, darkness that had found her after Metaphor had left her. But darkness would not win tonight. Darkness would be squashed like the bugs that unfortunately got caught beneath her hooves. Darkness no longer scared her – it challenged her to be something greater and greater is what she would become.
And so, she stands confidently as she awaits the other to speak or move. She knows he’s there. She can hear the way his lungs take in breath and she can feel the way his heart beats. She is just waiting for him to decide to finally speak, to announce his presence and give up the element of surprise…though he never had it to begin with.
And when he speaks, her scanning eyes lock onto his form, the whites of his eyes giving himself away. “It was more a suggestion than a command.” Katniss knew that she was not in charge here, but she had been tasked with protecting this land and her queen. After all, she needed to know that this stranger (at least he was a stranger to her) was friend and not foe.
She’s already stepping closer to him, before he even beckons her towards him. But she is not stupid enough to come too close. She does not know what he’s hiding that could potentially harm her. And so she watches him. “I am not foolish enough to come closer. Are you friend? Or Foe?” She is not naïve enough to think he will answer truthfully, but it would be a gateway to further questions. Perhaps he was friend with ill intentions. The possibilities were endless.
@Raum
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