you look like yourself
but you're somebody else.
Aldric is surprised and pleased when she reaches across the dark water between the, to brush her muzzle against his. It is not that it’s a particularly novel gesture, but most hover or huff gently where Chryseis just connects, establishes a familiarity without flinching. The green eyed stallion is not inclined to feel out of place or uncomfortable interacting with another but he is certain that the roan mare could put anyone at ease.
I think I might be running away again
Her reply to his question, makes him tilt his head very slightly. What would someone like her run away from? Maybe nothing, he’s been a little nomadic himself and sometimes you didn’t run away from anything at all. You just didn’t know what you were running towards.
He had only been a boy when he left home for the very first time, and he hadn’t just gone on to the next territory… he’d left Beqanna entirely. Aldric was not an adventurer, not on purpose, he just hasn’t been able to stop moving since he was a colt. Whatever experiences went along with that wanderlust were just perks.
Chryseis' laughter bounces along the hill and valley surface of the water, musical and genuine. If it is meant to be self deprecating it doesn’t sound it and his heart thuds stupidly in his chest, energizing him. He’d been coming back to the river to bed down and wait for a tomorrow he neither looked forward to or dreaded, a day that simply was. The girl whirls back toward the shore, coming out of the water and spinning back toward him nimbly. Her dark mane across her face cutting across her golden blaze lends her features an arresting wildness. He doesn’t stand there staring at her this time.
“I’ve already run away once, it can’t hurt to go again.”
Aldric continues toward the bank she’s chosen, climbing up onto grass that is blue-grey in the darkness. He cocks a brow, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. If she laughs in his face so be it, if she takes off in any direction at all he’ll be after her without the slightest hesitation… or better yet… Aldric canters the distance between them so that he can fall into stride with her, reaching out to nip at the slope of her blue ticked back, their contrasting limbs mincing before she surges away with him almost keeping pace.
only it aint on the surface
Aldric
@[Chryseis]