
Posted by Isra on January 25, 2009, 6:43 pm, in reply to "i'll prove to you it's good ; "
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ISRA ;
d a n c i n g in the d a r k
Just like always, she cannot stop it. Cannot stop the way mistrust constricts her heart, throwing up those barriers that she needs. It is no less real to her than it ever is, and Isra doubts it ever will be.
But she can fake it, and that can be good enough sometimes. And she watches. Isra sees things. She sees the way those leaping flames flicker, more softly, not as if they are lunging out to devour her. She hears the sweetness in the voice, and while she is not swayed by it, she files it away, for later comparison. She sees the trust that lets the other mare have a lion on her back (albeit with a slight flinch on Isra’s part), wishing for a moment she could have that too.
Well, not really. Isra’s never been much for large carnivores. But then, not many horses are.
Hypatia. Isra has never been much for names, either. This name, though, fuels something, a little bright spark inside her as Hypatia speaks. It feels silly to say she hopes, for hope is not something Isra is accustomed to.
And the words make sense. Isra is comforted by this, and frightened by it. She longs, sometimes, for others to understand her. To know her. But that is buried deep inside her very soul, and Hypatia takes it so easily. What if she does not like what she sees?
Another try. She fully relaxes now, stance open and friendly, forcing a glimmer of gratitude and placidity into her eyes. Of course, this may not work for Hypatia; but it’s what Isra does.
“Hello, Kail,” she says lightly, “and hello Hypatia, then.” She hesitates for a moment, then forges on. “Thank you. I guess I’m just not used to—that. But it’s always that way with a new place, isn’t it? I should get accustomed fairly quickly, I hope.”
She looks up and skirts Hypatia’s eyes as Hypatia watches her, though she is still vigilant. The silence is comforting, in a way.
An oasis! Isra becomes suddenly aware of the way the dry desert dust coats her tongue, and the dryness of her mouth.
“That would be lovely, thank you,” she replies graciously.
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