Inara
Splash. Splash.
Her laughter carried on the wind, loud and very uncharacteristic. The mare was like a child in the moment, using her feathered limbs to splash and romp in the cold water of the creek. She did not know what struck her so about the creek, but she had been unable to resist. Perhaps it was the lack of such silliness as a child, or that her days could very well be numbered. The mare that had accompanied her to Novus had warned her that by leaving the borders of the Dusk Court, she was making it all the easier for her father to find her. And yet, if she hid...what difference did the cage make?
Water clung to every inch of her underbelly and legs -- dripping back to the depths from which they came. Inara had to be careful, the various rocks and ledges making her playground quite unsuitable, but she had a purpose for being here. Not necessarily in the water, but the area surrounding the creek. Another had told her that this particular creek had very good medicinal herbs growing along the banks, although she didn’t know exactly what for. Inara was very new to being responsible for the healing and care of others, which made her all but helpless. She knew that she needed to begin contributing to the herd in some way, or else she feared that the Sovereign might ask her to leave. She had no base for such a thought, but the idea of leaving the only true home she had ever known was enough to send her searching.
She lept forward, throwing her head in a child-like fashion, charging against the gentle current. Somehow, her feet seemed to know where to step and avoid the slippery surface below. The mist curled around her knees, broken by her presence as she moved upstream with the broadest grin until she came to a sudden and abrupt stop -- frozen in the presence of another. The smile she wore disappeared, her green eyes widening as the paused babbling of the creek resumed and she found herself directly across from a stallion. The black and white brute was amid the water as well, but with none of her foolish splashing or play. He seemed more dignified, with a pair of red eyes that frightened her for some reason. A pair of horns from his face and numerous scars only added to the anxiety he caused her, the painted mare taking a dancing step back.
Her audits flickered, falling back against her crown as she averted her gaze -- aware of her open staring. ”I-I’m s-sorry.” She stammered, a common enough occurrence. It seemed she lacked the ability to speak around strangers, or people who frightened her. ”I d-d-didn’t know anyone e-else w-w-was here.” Her demeanor transformed, the carefree mare splashing through the creek disappearing and in her place stood someone who was much more fearful and submissive.
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