03-08-2009, 12:42 AM
"Pfah!" Iskata just flicked her ears back at the male and snorted. She'd been around horses enough to know how they acted. She'd normally wouldn't have approached the creature in this form but she seemed to be stuck like this unless she wanted to be even more useless than she was now. Crawling closer to the horse the sightless lady paused when she heard the warning snort from the animal and the stomp of one hoof. She lay her head down on her paws again and soon she could feel the hot breath of the beast of burden above her. She knew the horse was examining her, sniffing and poking at her pelt. She doubted the beast knew that she was a hopeless useless thing that couldn't hurt her but Iskata didn't care. She could feel the whiskers of the horse along her tattered ears, the two twin points quivering as she tried to keep from flicking them when they were brushed softly.
While the horse continued examining her and she sat patiently in the snow she listened to what the males spoke of, hoping that Jefferson wasn't going to be stupid enough to trade off their grains and grasses for something that the pack wouldn't get any use out of. She quietly wished that she could ask for one of the horses, but she knew that the life of one of their beasts probably wasn't worth the fodder to fed the stock for the winter, though in her eyes she believed that it was a worthy investment. She knew she might not be able to care and tend to the horse now but Skylar had always been so transfixed by the stallion mustang in the meadow and she believed that her granddaughter would have loved to have a horse of her own. It wasn't her choice to make though she reminded herself as she realized that the horse must have gone back to forging the small area as she turned her head back towards the males, almost to show that she hadn't had her brains kicked in, weren't they so proud of her. Childish yes, but they were the ones treating her like a kid, she might as well act like one.
While the horse continued examining her and she sat patiently in the snow she listened to what the males spoke of, hoping that Jefferson wasn't going to be stupid enough to trade off their grains and grasses for something that the pack wouldn't get any use out of. She quietly wished that she could ask for one of the horses, but she knew that the life of one of their beasts probably wasn't worth the fodder to fed the stock for the winter, though in her eyes she believed that it was a worthy investment. She knew she might not be able to care and tend to the horse now but Skylar had always been so transfixed by the stallion mustang in the meadow and she believed that her granddaughter would have loved to have a horse of her own. It wasn't her choice to make though she reminded herself as she realized that the horse must have gone back to forging the small area as she turned her head back towards the males, almost to show that she hadn't had her brains kicked in, weren't they so proud of her. Childish yes, but they were the ones treating her like a kid, she might as well act like one.