Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Glancing sideways when the owner of the horses made herself known again, the pale-skinned Ancient only hummed something inarticulate in response. It was a lot to take for her as well. The shift, the sensation of being something else with all that came along in the way of instinct and impulse - not to mention this giddy, childlike glee bubbling up within - it left her speechless.
Holding on to the horse was easier by far than formulating some kind of response. So Maea simply nodded and kept running her hands over the youngster, smoothing down the tousled mane and letting the foal waffle at her pockets in search of treats.
"Will he be alright?" she wondered, in a voice that was soft and a little husky; naturally quiet as if she'd spent a lifetime worrying about making too much noise.
Holding on to the horse was easier by far than formulating some kind of response. So Maea simply nodded and kept running her hands over the youngster, smoothing down the tousled mane and letting the foal waffle at her pockets in search of treats.
"Will he be alright?" she wondered, in a voice that was soft and a little husky; naturally quiet as if she'd spent a lifetime worrying about making too much noise.
Maea
