It’s like a long-since memory, like an age-long tale, that she hasn’t revisited. Somehow, she remembers him and remembers the way his eyes glistened. Despite the years and their brief encounter, Cyprin calls his name from the depths of her mind. The image of his face surfaces and the immature voice that complemented her own. They were children. Adventures swam through their thoughts and their greatest qualm was where to play.
A delicate smile passes over her lips in recognition, her head angling down bashfully with her locks falling like water toward the ground, reaching for the sparse grass but not quite touching. They simply wandered down different paths, losing contact as the weeks melted into months then years.
They’re both young adults now, finally experiencing life with a different perspective (and greater height). Replaying the snippet of memories, Cyprin finds herself in the opening where their lives first crossed. Her eyes lift and her ears swivel as though she expects him to be there as well, reliving a blip of their childhood. Silly girl, she muses underneath the midday sun as it glimmers across her coat. With a slow shake of her head to tousle her mane and lift her forelock from her wandering gaze, she calls for him, wondering where life has taken him all this time.
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