She follows him, even as he steps off the path and into the thick brush. She tries to keep her eyes on him, to follow him without following directly in his path. After all, the thick brush just made her steps more noisy and that simply would not do. His path zig-zigged and she tried to follow, remaining just off the trail.
But soon, the forest opened up into a cleaning. She halted her progression, her eyes looking up at the bright, full moon. The light it cast was unmistakeable and Sloane was so sure that if she continued to follow him, it’s light would give away her position in a heartbeat. And so, she had already chosen to stop her following, to let the stallion be. And yet, he was the first to stop.
The smile that he presented her with was coy and mysterious. It was always as though he wanted her to see him, that he was taunting her. Eyes watched him from the shadows, quietly studying him. It is then that he speaks, requesting that she come out into the light so he might lay eyes on her. He swears he won’t bite, but Sloane knows better than to believe the lies of strangers.
But I might. Thoughts were spoken into her own mind as she watches him, still perched in the shadows beneath the cover of a burnt tree. She had never been one to play nice with others, to welcome them with open arms and friendly greetings. She was more prone to sarcasm and rudeness.
And yet, Sloane was trying to be somewhat friendly. She had to attempt to be nice to those around that also called Dawn Court home. After all, if she was ever going to gain more knowledge and understanding, she needed the help of others, no matter how much she hated to admit such a thing.
And so, with a sigh of defeat, the draft mare stepped out from her position beneath the charred tree and into the light the full moon offered. She blinked at the sudden onslaught of light, her eyes not yet ready to adjust to the change in lighting. “…and why should I trust you? I don’t know you.” Sure, he smelled like Dawn Court, but he could be a spy. With shit hitting the fan everywhere in Novus, she supposed that this could just be an imposter. He could be the beast that murdered those two citizens. Shapeshifting was, after all, a coveted power.
@Toulouse
