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Posted by Lifehouse on November 12, 2008, 2:06 pm, in reply to "Star light, star bright [Any]" It’s been a while since Lifehouse has made a trip anywhere by herself, and a nice long time since she has found the courage to visit this place. It was so much like where she had come from before that she had avoided these trees for so long. She had avoided the clearing and the possibilities that it presented. Instead she lingered in the desert, where she at least new some of the faces and had seen the others around enough to feel mildly comforted by their presence (if you ignored the fear that she felt each time a new face appeared). Lifehouse
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But she needed to go out and give new places and new faces the chance to be a part of her life she did not shy away from. And that was why she had taken the not-yet familiar path towards Desreal. Her journey had been both fast and slow at times. At first, she had moved at a quick pace, thinking the shorter the time spent in the in-between areas of this land the better. It did not take long for her to remember that she was supposed to learn to not fear everything.
So the pale mare had slowed to a walk. She forced herself to keep her senses alert but not dance away whenever a twig snapped.
It took longer than normal for her to arrive, and once she did she released a breath she imagined must have been building up within her lungs the entire trip.
She decides to stick to the edges, along the tree line, at first. Lifehouse moves at a slow walk, the trees to her right and the unknown on her left. It’s comforting to know that she can run into the trees if there is trouble, even though she knows that’s not how this is supposed to work. Already she knows that she’s not as afraid as she had been before, that her fear has dwindled and her skittish nature around the unknown is slowly disappearing. Today she holds onto it. As much as it inhibits her, it is familiar. And she’s just not ready to launch herself out there and be fine with it.
Ahead of her, emerging from the trees, is a filly. Not one that she knew, but she hardly expected that. She’s two or three paces away, and she stops here. A moment of silence, because she’s not quite sure what to say, but it’s broken when Lifehouse picks something easy. Something that might get them started. “Hey.”
Yeah, so it’s not much. But she’s new to the whole, starting-a-conversation idea. At right now she can’t remember what other horses usually said.
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