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itinere2016-09-19 12:38 am
missromanova) wrote in itinere2016-09-19 12:38 am
OTA - On The Murom Path, There Stood Three Pines
Natasha has no idea what's gotten into her and it is, quite simply put, annoying.
She's gone out of her way to keep to herself, not only because she's not one to make herself noticed unless necessary, but because Natasha still hasn't wrapped her head around the possibility that everybody in this place is truly safe to be around. The world contains too many threats for that sort of optimism, and she, for one, isn't going to fall victim due to a false sense of security. Not after everything that's happened, despite how much she wishes she could.
And then she was playing with that stupid gold sphere, and it started playing that stupid music.
And now she feels great.
Honestly, what are the chances that there's someone here who would not only recognize her, but recognize her and announce to the rest of the community that she's some sort of government traitor chased into hiding? Even if it was a possibility, would it really be that bad? Probably. But who cares? Natasha certainly doesn't, because it's a beautiful day outside and the fresh air is filling her lungs, giving her a sense of rejuvenation she hasn't felt since she was a child.
Well, not as a child, considering she had a terrible childhood. But, again, who cares?
Shorts aren't tactical, but she's wearing them anyway because its warm, and she wants to wear them, damn it. It's not a vacation if she's always looking over her shoulder or preparing for a fight, so Natasha is going to allow herself the luxury of acting like a normal person; like everyone else, even if it's just for a day.
She decides to walk to the stables, not because she has an animal to keep there but because she likes horses, not that anyone ever asks her if she likes horses. She does, though, and when she arrives she offers a sweet smile to the first stallion she sees, reaching out slowly to pet him. "Hello... look at you, so beautiful. What's your name?" It doesn't tell her it's name, obviously, considering horses are creatures that have failed to learn the sophistication and complexities of human language, but it lets out a huff of air through it's nose that Natasha mimics before giving a pleased little laugh.
"You're probably so lonely in here. Do you have - ah." She spots a brush hanging outside of his stall and she reaches for it before returning. Natasha glances over her shoulder to see if anyone is about to catch her brushing a horse that definitely isn't hers before dragging the brush through it's mane and down it's neck as far as she can reach. "That's better, isn't it? Yes," she speaks in a soft, affectionate tone, her smile permanently in place and she quietly sings to the animal as she grooms it.
Natasha get's to brush a horse. Today is a good day.
She's gone out of her way to keep to herself, not only because she's not one to make herself noticed unless necessary, but because Natasha still hasn't wrapped her head around the possibility that everybody in this place is truly safe to be around. The world contains too many threats for that sort of optimism, and she, for one, isn't going to fall victim due to a false sense of security. Not after everything that's happened, despite how much she wishes she could.
And then she was playing with that stupid gold sphere, and it started playing that stupid music.
And now she feels great.
Honestly, what are the chances that there's someone here who would not only recognize her, but recognize her and announce to the rest of the community that she's some sort of government traitor chased into hiding? Even if it was a possibility, would it really be that bad? Probably. But who cares? Natasha certainly doesn't, because it's a beautiful day outside and the fresh air is filling her lungs, giving her a sense of rejuvenation she hasn't felt since she was a child.
Well, not as a child, considering she had a terrible childhood. But, again, who cares?
Shorts aren't tactical, but she's wearing them anyway because its warm, and she wants to wear them, damn it. It's not a vacation if she's always looking over her shoulder or preparing for a fight, so Natasha is going to allow herself the luxury of acting like a normal person; like everyone else, even if it's just for a day.
She decides to walk to the stables, not because she has an animal to keep there but because she likes horses, not that anyone ever asks her if she likes horses. She does, though, and when she arrives she offers a sweet smile to the first stallion she sees, reaching out slowly to pet him. "Hello... look at you, so beautiful. What's your name?" It doesn't tell her it's name, obviously, considering horses are creatures that have failed to learn the sophistication and complexities of human language, but it lets out a huff of air through it's nose that Natasha mimics before giving a pleased little laugh.
"You're probably so lonely in here. Do you have - ah." She spots a brush hanging outside of his stall and she reaches for it before returning. Natasha glances over her shoulder to see if anyone is about to catch her brushing a horse that definitely isn't hers before dragging the brush through it's mane and down it's neck as far as she can reach. "That's better, isn't it? Yes," she speaks in a soft, affectionate tone, her smile permanently in place and she quietly sings to the animal as she grooms it.
Natasha get's to brush a horse. Today is a good day.