And it scares you being alone
It's a last resort
The world felt as if it narrowed in upon her, holding her still as the sole object in a snowglobe; all the swirling flakes floating around caused confusion and chaos within her, and all she wanted to do was be alone. She tried hard to find places of solitude, but it wasn't always foolproof simply given the nature of animals. They would move as they pleased, after all, much like she and there was nothing she could do but learn to face the unintended consequences.
The situation then was much like that; she had drawn attention to herself by trying to get away (perhaps if she'd only stayed still she wouldn't have been noticed at all). She was not prepared to face others yet, hadn't mentally managed to remain calm enough for thoughts to be picked apart before saying them aloud. The sound of the ocean waves brushed in her ears and filled her head with a sort of fear she was quite familiar with; either direction she went, whatever decision she chose, she was losing the upper hand. It was rare for her to be caught so off guard, yet still reeling from the loss of Paris and missing Vitor she had no choice than to start from the bottom again. The question would be, though, if she could keep herself together enough to make certain her words were as harmless as possible.
Perhaps strangely Akhlys was the least concerned by the gaze of the other mare upon her form, clearly one not seen by her kind before since her sight was full of wonder. Akhlys merely held her eyes and looked back, burning oranges and yellows swirling as her mind tumbled over and over itself. What went next, of course, was what she had feared. It was the introduction of words, sounds of language hitting against the air partially aimed at her. The boy neared (his bird reopening the wound in her heart at the thought of not having Vitor beside her) and she stood still as stone praying that he would not go any closer. It was with luck that the girl put her questions toward him instead, for he had seemed so engrossed in the object at their hooves that even she had to wonder what they were looking at. But she didn't dare inch any further toward them, instead letting ears stretch forward to catch their exchange and tentacles floating gently around her.
The mention of 'relics' piqued her interest more than either of them had; she had lived much longer than she appeared and once found solace in a land of deities. She knew the general idea behind the word, the meaning they held, but nothing of their structure or location. Was what they found one of those 'relics'? It didn't seem to be, though, for the roaned boy didn't conceal his confusion. Curiosity was the strongest thing of all, clutching at her legs and straining her neck forward to see as much as she could from her position half obscured by the rock. A glimpse of orange, a small flash of movement, and she realized it was a living thing they had found so fascinating. Despite the tension in the air that cloaked her more than the salty air did, a slight chuckle made its way through her lips at the silliness of the situation. She didn't relax, nor did she let any words follow, but her tentacles stilled at her sides and her eyes held a softness akin to the ignorance of the two youths.
The situation then was much like that; she had drawn attention to herself by trying to get away (perhaps if she'd only stayed still she wouldn't have been noticed at all). She was not prepared to face others yet, hadn't mentally managed to remain calm enough for thoughts to be picked apart before saying them aloud. The sound of the ocean waves brushed in her ears and filled her head with a sort of fear she was quite familiar with; either direction she went, whatever decision she chose, she was losing the upper hand. It was rare for her to be caught so off guard, yet still reeling from the loss of Paris and missing Vitor she had no choice than to start from the bottom again. The question would be, though, if she could keep herself together enough to make certain her words were as harmless as possible.
Perhaps strangely Akhlys was the least concerned by the gaze of the other mare upon her form, clearly one not seen by her kind before since her sight was full of wonder. Akhlys merely held her eyes and looked back, burning oranges and yellows swirling as her mind tumbled over and over itself. What went next, of course, was what she had feared. It was the introduction of words, sounds of language hitting against the air partially aimed at her. The boy neared (his bird reopening the wound in her heart at the thought of not having Vitor beside her) and she stood still as stone praying that he would not go any closer. It was with luck that the girl put her questions toward him instead, for he had seemed so engrossed in the object at their hooves that even she had to wonder what they were looking at. But she didn't dare inch any further toward them, instead letting ears stretch forward to catch their exchange and tentacles floating gently around her.
The mention of 'relics' piqued her interest more than either of them had; she had lived much longer than she appeared and once found solace in a land of deities. She knew the general idea behind the word, the meaning they held, but nothing of their structure or location. Was what they found one of those 'relics'? It didn't seem to be, though, for the roaned boy didn't conceal his confusion. Curiosity was the strongest thing of all, clutching at her legs and straining her neck forward to see as much as she could from her position half obscured by the rock. A glimpse of orange, a small flash of movement, and she realized it was a living thing they had found so fascinating. Despite the tension in the air that cloaked her more than the salty air did, a slight chuckle made its way through her lips at the silliness of the situation. She didn't relax, nor did she let any words follow, but her tentacles stilled at her sides and her eyes held a softness akin to the ignorance of the two youths.
@inara // @ipomoea
