
Posted by Isra on January 29, 2009, 5:24 pm, in reply to "always one foot behind"
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ISRA ;
Isra relaxes as the stallion approaches, her eyes flicking over him, noting the wry smile, the amused expression. She does not think she has anything to fear from him, but it’s wise, always, always, to be on her guard.
She gives a slight nod in return, her silky black tail swishing up and against her flank, then her mouth takes on its own twist of a smile as he speaks. You as good as told him, the voice in her mind reminds her. And what’s wrong with being a newcomer, anyway? It’s a clean slate. A new beginning.
“You can tell?” she asks a little ruefully, a little wryly. Then she grins, happy to be able to just relax and feel—well, happy, at least for a bit. This horse makes her feel comfortable, not judged as so many do. “Well, that’s good to know at least.”
She trots after him, one ear swiveling outward while the other is directed towards the stallion. The first warmth of the sun feels good on her heat-soaking coat, and she sighs a little, unaccustomed to the luxury of warmth.
“I’m Isra,” she tells him. “And it’s all new, everything. But I love the desert.” Her eyes warm as she turns her face to the sun. “It was colder there, and I never knew how lovely it would be to have so much sun.” She looks at him, a hint of laughter in her eyes. She noticed the way he scrunched his nose as the sun’s light crept over the horizon. “Do you agree? How long have you lived here?”
- - - - - - - - there is no such thing as truth
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