06-21-2017, 09:22 AM
Her stature and demeanor gives way to so many questions that enter his mind, wondering how it was she had found herself here, why she chose now to come, and why her eyes (bright and bold like the flowers that pepper Tephra with their brilliant colors) seem to hide so much from the world. She’s so quiet, so stern. He follows her lead, remaining a man of fewer words than he normally expels, curiosity keeping him here at the border with her.
He breathes in the thick, humid air deeply, indigo nostrils flaring, and then releases it in a slow, steady sigh.
I want to come home too, he replies silently. It’s midday, but the stallion helplessly glances upwards at the sky that opens above the trees they were standing other, casually roving the atmosphere – no stars were seen (but he knows they are there), and he remains silent, listening to the sound of his heart pulsing in his ears. He would never return home.
She throws him a smile but he is not looking at her, not yet, but he can hear the attempt in her voice.
‘I’m sorry, that made no sense,’
Warrick looks back to her now, a slight tilt to his head causing his tangled forelock to fall across the rust-color of his broad nose. His indigo mouth falls into a thin line, thoughtful. “No, no,” he replies with a fumble, nodding his head twice. “It made sense.” To him, more than she would possibly realize. He doesn’t push her, to explain how it is she’s come to know Tephra or to explain why she’s here now. He had his own reasons for being here and he is thankful that no one pressed him any further than what he allowed.
She’s young, but not too young that she wouldn’t consider becoming more than merely a resident within the kingdom. “Is there something else you seek, besides a place to call home?”
You’ll have to make it your home, it does not come easy.
He breathes in the thick, humid air deeply, indigo nostrils flaring, and then releases it in a slow, steady sigh.
I want to come home too, he replies silently. It’s midday, but the stallion helplessly glances upwards at the sky that opens above the trees they were standing other, casually roving the atmosphere – no stars were seen (but he knows they are there), and he remains silent, listening to the sound of his heart pulsing in his ears. He would never return home.
She throws him a smile but he is not looking at her, not yet, but he can hear the attempt in her voice.
‘I’m sorry, that made no sense,’
Warrick looks back to her now, a slight tilt to his head causing his tangled forelock to fall across the rust-color of his broad nose. His indigo mouth falls into a thin line, thoughtful. “No, no,” he replies with a fumble, nodding his head twice. “It made sense.” To him, more than she would possibly realize. He doesn’t push her, to explain how it is she’s come to know Tephra or to explain why she’s here now. He had his own reasons for being here and he is thankful that no one pressed him any further than what he allowed.
She’s young, but not too young that she wouldn’t consider becoming more than merely a resident within the kingdom. “Is there something else you seek, besides a place to call home?”
You’ll have to make it your home, it does not come easy.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick