03-14-2020, 11:45 PM
you raise him a whole war.
She recognizes the tension that reads like a map across his body – the tautness of the muscle and the flare of his nostrils, the look in his eye as he tries to seek out the source of the predatory smell. She could reassure him, she supposes, but she doesn’t. It didn’t seem necessary, since she had no intention of bringing him harm (though she thinks she can feel his heartbeat and the way it pulses in his throat, thinks maybe she can see the way it rushes the length of his jugular vein), and she finds it unlikely that she will meet him again after this.
For someone that grew up in such a large family, she has never been good at forming connections, much less keeping them.
But the smile that she offers him is a genuine one. She could be coarse, at times, but she was not unkind, and the action seems to soften the intensity of her stare. “I guess I’ve grown used to the cold,” because she is usually in her wolf form out the forest, with her thick undercoat and protective guard hairs. Even as a horse she thinks maybe her wings, and the way they curl across her back and hug her sides, might make her less susceptible to the elements than the average individual.
“It’s further than most travel,” she says as her gaze drifts to stare in the direction that leads back to the more populated part of Beqanna. Her bright eyes turn back to him when he steps towards her, and she does not move. “You must not be afraid of the dark.” Another smile, one that is dimly lit by the soft glow that radiates from her skin. “Me neither.”
rosine.