
Posted by Amelia on February 15, 2009, 2:34 am, in reply to "Thread thread thread:"
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The way the mare contrasts with everything in the desert makes Amelia smile. She is drawn to the pale coat. It makes the girl easy to spot, for sure. When she gets close, and the other mare bounces towards her, Amelia slows, allowing the other to approach her.
Now is a good time to mention Amelia's avoidance of touching. It isn't that she doesn't like it; she's just not used to it. Parents who never really believed in contact can do that to a girl. Although, answers like that get a quirked eyebrow and a look that makes Amelia feel guilty, so she'll quickly explain that her parents did care for her, that it was through love that they avoided contact.
So when the white mare pokes at her, muzzle pressing against Amelia's shoulder, Amelia has to take in a deep breath and remind herself that she initiated the conversation, and that sooner or later there will surely be someone who will want to lean against her and touch her all the time (or she hopes so – it's been a lonely four years of living with no significant other). So she lets the cremello push at her until she's satisfied, and then, when the contact is broken, takes a half step back from the other and studies her.
The mare's speech confuses her at first, and Amelia is sure, upon thinking back, that the look on her face shows it. Her eyebrows scrunch and she lifts her head a bit, trying to get a better glance at the mare's face. Monkigbard. Monkigbard. Monkingbard. Mockingberd. Mockingbird. Mockingbird! Oh, life's cruel jokes.
The mare's energy amused her, and made her happy. Happier than she had been in quite some time. The simple joy that clearly radiated from the other's features nearly made her giddy. “Mockingbird, pleasure to meet you. I think we're both scholars, yes? I just wanted to get to know you.”
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