05-08-2017, 09:34 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
"I'm so sorry!" He exclaims as her eyes widen and she sakes her head in disagreement with his words. "Warrick! You have been perfect." She couldn't have invented a better guide, a more fit segway between her old life and the new.
A chill breeze lifts her forelock placing a kiss her on her brow before spiraling away, onto other adventures. A breeze is always on the move. If a breeze ceases to move it no longer existed- it became nothing, stagnant air. She closes her eyes and savers the cool. She feels completely at ease here in the stream with Warrick as the night settles over them. Tephra is just, if not more, lovely at night she decides.
He speaks of magic and fairies and she listens like a child. A laugh sits waiting in her throat, ready to chime but never does. She isn't quite sure if he is playing with her or being serious. But she searches his face intently drawing information not only from what his words tell her but also his body, his features. He wasn't making this up. This place is straight from a fairy tale. Hearing strange stories makes them easier believe when they happen to you.
The volcano grumbles like a beast in sleep. As is to confirm that this was no ordinary world.
A chill passes over her racking its thin cool fingers threw her hair, her skin. in the scilence which follows she is glad for his closeness. The sounds of the night go unregistered around her as she processes the implications of a world with boundless, deep magic.
His voice pulls her out of contemplation, gently leading her back. He speaks of his family and there is no joy in his voice.
He leans into her and she welcomes his touch. Whether his mind agrees or not, his body seeks the comfort she has to give. Her thoughts can't help but return to the two hints of sadness he has (probably unintentionally) given her. She was always looking for the deeper story.
She wants to play the part he needs. The sister, or the lover. Her heart is extensive, she can be many different things without losing any other part of her self. Her soul is vast, she has plenty to give. Like the goddess of love she is strong and bright, blessed with an inner glow, she has energy to give him if he needs it.
But he hasn't asked for her help. And although she feels connected to him despite the relatively short time they had been together, she knows stallions can be flighty when it comes to unsolicited care.
And anyway, he pushes the conversation on. Returning to the topic of magic. She hears his warning, but like any young spirit who hasn't seen much trouble she doesn't let the seriousness sink in. She affectionately presses her neck into his, leaning her head on his check for just a moment. So far her new home is more than she dreamed it would be. The traveling, excitement, and novelty of the day are beginning to take their toll on her young body. And she looks to the soft riverbank. It's time for that roll.
"it's been a good day." She sighs happily. "Is this an all right place to rest? Or should we find somewhere more sheltered... away from the gremlins?" From anyone else this may have sounded sarcastic or blasé. Despite the fact she was half joking, her voice maintained its innocence. She knew that here, anything was possible.
"I like to sleep under the stars."
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OOC- @[Warrick] You can start that new mid winter thread now if you want! Feel free to assume she is excited to see him/staring happily at a flower/taking to the volcano... whatever lol