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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 11:10 pm
She really had to wonder what it was he saw. Everything she'd seen thus far told her that those blue eyes had a view of the world that wasn't quite like anything she'd ever encountered before. And it intrigued her the way only the pursuit of knowledge could. But she was hesitant to bluntly ask Chandar to discuss his worldview with her. Not only because it would be the height of rudeness, but also because she didn't want to scare him off. She could tell that the wrong word would act as a firebrand and she'd never see the black and green stallion again.
She wondered if their conversation (if one could really call it that) had exhausted all of his reperoitre and that was the reason for the short response. If so, trying to push him further might simply result in pushing him away. Then again, if she left now, he might also and there was no telling if she'd ever see him again. That would be...disappointing.
Regardless, she was getting the feeling that he'd like to be left alone for a while, perhaps to mull over this encounter. Gods all knew she'd certainly have it on her mind for some hours to come!
"Well, I certainly hope so," Memini responded brightly, getting to her feet. "And though these lands do not belong to me, I invite you to rest here as long as you wish. I do hope that we can talk again before you leave," she went on, keeping an eye on Chandar to note his reaction her invitations - both of them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:40 pm
The stallion was completely oblivious to the blue mares intrigue. It wasn't often, if ever, anyone had thought twice of the ebony and neon-green stallion. He had always been a being they dismissed and drove away, if not by force, than be words or stares or whispers. His company wasn't often sought out, though to be truthful, he was being on his absolute nicest behavior. Before the attack, before Beatrice, he had been particularly rude and aggressive. . . perhaps it was age, perhaps it was a crossroad, but if Beatrice had done nothing in her time spent with him, she had given him a decidedly softer response to others.
As Memini rose, the stallion naturally took a step back and away. It was something he hardly realized he did, though his blue eyes watched her every move. She spoke amicably, but he was still on guard. Skittish was the understatement of the year when it came to dealing with Chandar, but he didn't bolt. He was merely adjusting to a change, to a possibility that might not occur. But it was her words that did surprise him once more. She wasn't preparing to push him out, she was taking her leave and was inviting him to stay.
This was crazy.
While these lands belonged to no one, she actually requested, worse, hoped that they might cross paths again! How unusual. Why did she want to speak to him again? It wasn't as if their conversation was epic or deep or anything short of a few grunts, nods, and statements. Was this mare short on friends or was she trying to make a fool of him? ". . .I . . .appreciate the invitation, and once again, thank . . .you. . .for guiding me here." He stumbled over his words, partially confused, but partially trying to figure out Memini's angle.
It was something he'd have to consider. Dipping his head, though he kept his eyes on her (just to be safe), he refused to give her an idea of when he'd be leaving. Part of Chandar wondered how long he could stay, for a good rest in a quiet area would do him wonders, especially until a cold snap moved in to break the summers heat! On the other hoof, he didn't want to over stay his welcome or grow idle. This Memini was something else, and he wasn't even close to figuring her out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 6:22 pm
She was surprised that he took a step back. Surely he didn't feel threatened by her? Why, the very idea that she would hurt him was preposterous! Though admittedly, he didn't know her very well. And if he'd suffered...physical rejection elsewhere, well, perhaps it was understandable. Memini resolved that Chandar should never have to fear such a thing from her.
So she grinned at him, blue eyes twinkling. "You are most welcome," she replied, meaning the four words in several ways, all true. The mare couldn't be certain that he'd understand, much less think of, all of those variant meanings, but that made them no less true for her.
But, she didn't want to linger here and make him even more uncomfortable. Nor was she one for long goodbyes. So, with a friendly bob of her head and a flick of a tail, Memini turned and vanished into the forest. Or at least, as invisible as a dark blue mare could be in a brown and green glade. It was more of the trees being between her and Chandar that finally hid her from sight than any camouflage.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:57 am
The blue coated mare was indeed a peculiar sort. She had an ease about her that made Chandar a bit edgy and . . . yet. . . a small part of him had to wonder if she would ever be much of a threat. She seemed amicable and hadn't nagged him like others in the past. In fact, she had been courteous and helpful and perhaps one of the least offensive mares he had ever met! . . . .
Odd.
Very odd.
Watching her leave the stallion did allow himself to relax, but only a smidgen. With her out of sight meant he needn't feel so uptight or anxious, but it also meant he'd have to be ever alert and vigil. Who knew what others might slink out of the woods and demand the water as their own. Who knew what others he might stumble upon, especially on as hot a day as today! Still, the stallion found himself leaning down to n** at some of the grasses, though his ears and and eyes were ever on guard. He'd eat, regain his strength and composure, and plan on heading out later . . if not that evening than in the morning for sure.
[Fin.]
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