Ni'Srilan: The Desert: one step forward, two steps back; shout-out to Amelia, any

and i listen to the whisper
of your sweet insanity...

one step forward, two steps back.

'twas classic, almost, in its execution. the mare, finally having puzzled it over in great depth five times, had decided to turn towards the wind-dusted hoofprints and start walking.

in her own way, of course, she made some sort of progress. she'd take two or three dainty steps forward, snort, and spin, cantering two strides away before she forced herself to a halt again, sides heaving.

she even frustrated herself with this. why so hesitant? why so fearful? what in her psychology made her so? was it a poor experience as a foal? a short in the wiring? the brain-hamster having a need for speed?

after yet another spin-and-run she halted again, stained tan from the sand caked to her form, and overruled the aforementioned furry mind-dweller.

she needed a teacher; she needed a mentor... she needed to get over her fear of others... from her earlier encounter, the equines here seemed friendly enough...

and running away was not going to get her any closer to her goals...

so with one last half-hearted spin, she started again to try to find others, and hoped she'd find a mentor who could help her navigate her path to become a scholar...

while i formulate denials
of your effect on me...