05-16-2018, 10:41 AM
Nymf
No longer alone, Nymf’s smile remained placed tentatively upon her lips. Beside them logs of ice drifted upon the current, careening carelessly as they melted into the already swollen river. Soon, the place would be drenched in snowmelt and the river rapids would become far too dangerous to cross as it rushed to empty its load into the ocean. She imagined the chill of the icy water and she shivered instinctively. Momentarily forgotten, Nymf’s gaze returned to the flower adorned stranger and she watched as he stopped a comfortable distance away. Breathing deeply, she relished in the sweet scent of his flower as they dangled from his mane, blowing elegantly with the slightest of breezes. The anticipation of spring was heavy upon her and she couldn’t help but make a study of the stallion who seemed to be a walking representation of her favorite season. Amidst the snow, he was refreshing sight.
The husky tenor of his voice as it repeated it name sliced through the silence almost too harshly, though she found herself leaning into the sound. Grateful for the break in the mundane as he politely introduced himself as Svedka. Following her gaze his smile never fades as he explains the flowers and she imagined the valley that he spoke of with excitement. Afterwards, his eyes trailed to the feathery tips of her wings and she spotted a longing deep within their pits. His next question doesn’t come as much of a surprise to her, though she worries that the answer might be disappointing to him.
“I’ve come from Nerine,” she explained simply. “Before that…well, I came from a far away place.”
The husky tenor of his voice as it repeated it name sliced through the silence almost too harshly, though she found herself leaning into the sound. Grateful for the break in the mundane as he politely introduced himself as Svedka. Following her gaze his smile never fades as he explains the flowers and she imagined the valley that he spoke of with excitement. Afterwards, his eyes trailed to the feathery tips of her wings and she spotted a longing deep within their pits. His next question doesn’t come as much of a surprise to her, though she worries that the answer might be disappointing to him.
“I’ve come from Nerine,” she explained simply. “Before that…well, I came from a far away place.”
can we rewrite the stars?
@[Svedka] Love them already. He needs to pull her out of her shell...