I scream beneath the water
and make no noise
In however long or short the moment has lasted - she trusts him. It’s an odd feeling to do so, having spent days - or weeks? - wandering at night alone, hoping not to run into anyone who knew her, who’d ask questions like where had she been, what was she thinking, why had she not come home - and he’d done none of that. All he did was comfort her, and return to her a name, a name that fit and got accompanied by his memories of who she had been - a mare she might become once more, or perhaps just a tad different, who’s to say. If he can live with that, so can she - deep down, there is a part of her that knows and remembers him, even if she has no memory.
And had she not remembered his face? She’d had this weird feeling that she’d been here before, met him here before, after all. No, she cannot doubt him. If she can stick to him, be comfortable around him, and coax some more stories out of him, then that is all she will care about for now.
When she smiled, almost laughed, just now he’d looked so happy. Just for the fact of her smiling, she thinks, and the feeling is accompanied by a warmth in her chest, freeing whatever got stuck there - it gives her space to breathe.
His movements bring him besides her instead of in front of her, and truly it is as if he anchors her when he coaxes her into a northwestern direction. His nuzzling is welcomed, a reaction she had not thought possible with a somewhat-stranger, but there it is, acceptance and dare she think it, reluctance when he pulls back. The warmth of his hips and shoulders just inches from her skin is a reminder of something she doesn’t truly remember - a familiar feeling she knows she would not easily share with just about anyone. So although her skin tingles, she can’t just give into it now - technically, he is a stranger to her, even if it feels like he is familiar to her; it’d be rather strange to get involved more than this in her not-really-knowing.
So, she will focus on the future. ”Tephra it is, then,” she agrees - she would not know how to get to his Hyaline, truly, or where else to go at all. When he suggests the long way, there is a hint of a smile in his eyes that she may have invented, but she agrees to it all the same. No need to rush this. She may be comfortable around him now, and even that tentatively so, but what about the others she’d seen in her mind’s eye? The bright-shining boy that might be her son, whom she hadn’t even shared with him yet - or the women who seemed so full of life in her visions. It might be too much to meet all of them at the same time, indeed - she’ll need a few days to prepare herself for that, mentally. ”I’d like that, Svedka.” She tastes his name carefully, but with a sort of eagerness to it all the same. Svedka. She likes saying it, even if it’s just because it’s the first name she can match to a person she knows - or just because she likes the way his bright blue eyes focus on her when she does.
wherever you go… bring me home?
@[Svedka]