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 Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:20 am
The painted mare's gaze did not waver dispite the soft sound of hooves thudding the ground nearby. She did look over however when the warmth of another raidiated over to her and smiled as she recognized the young chestnut mare who had come to join her.
"I thought you could use some comany." Rose wuffled softly under her breath not wanting to disturb whatever was in the bush since it was being quiet for now.
Ayita gave her daughter a quick affectionate nuzzle though she never quite took all of her attention away from the vegitation. "Thank you dear heart, it's apprechiated. It was getting a little lonely."
Rose felt warm with pride glad that her mother hadn't sent her away the way she would have done when she was a foal. It showed that the elder mare trusted her to look after herself. "Don't worry about the herd. The others are safe."
The painted mare gave her daughter a nod. "I wasn't worried Cyrus will protect the herd at all costs. Though doubt that this is one such threat."
"It hasn't moved for hours has it?" Rose asked swinging her attention back to the greenery.
"No and that's odd. If I had to guess it's some sort of injured animal. I'm pretty sure it's a preditor by the way it was growling before. But what it is and how badly it's wounded I can't say." Ayita shook her head slightly trying not to move too much.
"If it's wounded perhaps we should see if we can help it." Rose suggested wondering why her mother hadn't already done so.
"If it's wounded and we don't know that it is, it will be unpredictable. I thought it best not to try and to approch it two closely on my own. Always be cautious when dealing with a possible unknown asalient. Besides after what happened in the village im a little paranoid. Though I've pretty much decided that this isn't the same thing that was attacking the village. It doesn't have the same behavior at all to be a skinwalker. So I'm willing to try and talk to the creature if you'll back me up. But lets wait until morning's light. I want to see what we're talking to before we get too close."
Her mother's words made sense and Rose nodded as she turned to watch the bush once more wondering what might be inside.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:46 pm
Rose grew sleepy as she stood the long watch next to her painted dam occasionally finding herself drifting off she would wake with a start and glance sheepishly over at her mother who gave her a gentle look filled with love and amusment.
"Does time go slower when we are waiting do you think?" She asked and then blushed in embarrasment when she realized how foalish the question sounded.
The older mare didn't seem to be bothered by her querry at all and simply shook her head quietly. "No it only seems that way because you are paying attention to the passing of time. When you consentrate on other things time will seem to go faster."
The chestnut mare sighed, looking once again at the unmoving bush. "But surely it's safe by now."
"Perhaps," Ayita addmitted slowly, "but I'd still rather err on the side of caution."
"At least it's nearly morning, we should have light soon and then hopefully the waiting will be over. Rose grumbled impatently.
The older mare gave her daughter long look before turning back to the task at hand hoping with all her heart that Rose wouldn't have to learn the lesson of paitence the hard and often painful way.
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