[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Isra on February 9, 2009, 5:47 pm, in reply to "ISRA, your turn for T/PH... If I'd stuck with being a Scholar I'd be somewhere by now!"
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I S R A ;
She’s curious about this stallion, about the way he seems eternally happy and easy-going. As she stands at the edge of the oasis, dark eyes guarded but betraying nothing else, she wonders if that’s all there is. Then she dismisses the thought, knowing well that there is much, much more to most horses than meets the eye.
Time. Does she have time? Isra’s never been very good at time management. Things are painfully slow to begin with her, and viciously quick to end. Though in all fairness, perhaps Ni’Srilan is disrupting that trend, at least in adverbial terms.
As much as she revels in the sun that soaks into her black coat, wrapping her in its sweet, heavy warmth, Isra will readily admit that the cool water is a welcome opponent to the heat. She wades in a little further, shaking her mane off her neck with a little relieved shiver at the feeling of the water creeping above her hooves.
She is fascinated by the way Sterling interacts with the water, the way he looks at it and how it playfully dances around him. That is power, she thinks, and a connection that cannot be severed or broken. And Isra wants it. All of a sudden, terribly and heartachingly, she yearns for the power that Sterling has, that other horses know.
“No,” she replies slowly, forcing her eyes away from the moving water. “Well—perhaps. Little things, here and there.” Her words are a said a little vaguely, but devoid of inflection, as she automatically reaches back through her memory, picking and categorizing.
“Can any horse do that?” she asks, questions burning in her throat. But she saves them, trying to disguise the longing in her eyes.
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