05-01-2021, 08:50 PM
isn't she lovely?
Had she of known the fear that laid behind the black stallion’s neutral eyes, she would have found connection. Perhaps not romantically—for her, romance had become a complicated emotion that chased her farther than any pack of wolves could—but most certainly something. She would have related to him on a level that not many could. Abandonment had been a feeling she had fought a war against for so long to only realize that lately her army is worn and thin.
The casual exit of a guardian left a stamp on her heart that no amount of security or validation could heal.
But she is as ignorant to his fear as she is to the unsociable demeanor of the Pegasus stallion. They were both coping wonderfully.
The onyx male has a heavy gaze that she feels pull her attention ever so slightly to him, wondering what possible wheels could be turning in his head. Osiriis he says and she watches as his expression remains cool and distant as the words continue to carry to her ears. Tephra, another place foreign to her and as secret to her as he is.
“Tephra, pretty name. What brought you from the borders of Tephra to the territory of the field?” She asks, her voice soft and neutral in effort to match his energy as if to make him more comfortable—more secure.
The conversation travels and for once Ruth keeps up with it’s pace, the narration and negative script in her mind muted by the distraction of company and banter. Tarian answers matter-of-factly to her inquisition on his home and she takes it with a grain of salt—surely it couldn’t be the best in Beqanna.
But what if it is?
He says her name as if holding it in the cradle of his tongue and for the first time ever she feels confidence in her introduction. As if maybe, just maybe the initial greeting could be tolerable. You know, if she does this again.
“That’s quite the impression to live up to,” she responds but continues to listen and despite not answering his test of her curiosity, she waits for him to continue because if there is one thing Ruth is, it’s curious.
The casual exit of a guardian left a stamp on her heart that no amount of security or validation could heal.
But she is as ignorant to his fear as she is to the unsociable demeanor of the Pegasus stallion. They were both coping wonderfully.
The onyx male has a heavy gaze that she feels pull her attention ever so slightly to him, wondering what possible wheels could be turning in his head. Osiriis he says and she watches as his expression remains cool and distant as the words continue to carry to her ears. Tephra, another place foreign to her and as secret to her as he is.
“Tephra, pretty name. What brought you from the borders of Tephra to the territory of the field?” She asks, her voice soft and neutral in effort to match his energy as if to make him more comfortable—more secure.
The conversation travels and for once Ruth keeps up with it’s pace, the narration and negative script in her mind muted by the distraction of company and banter. Tarian answers matter-of-factly to her inquisition on his home and she takes it with a grain of salt—surely it couldn’t be the best in Beqanna.
But what if it is?
He says her name as if holding it in the cradle of his tongue and for the first time ever she feels confidence in her introduction. As if maybe, just maybe the initial greeting could be tolerable. You know, if she does this again.
“That’s quite the impression to live up to,” she responds but continues to listen and despite not answering his test of her curiosity, she waits for him to continue because if there is one thing Ruth is, it’s curious.
Ruthless
father x mother or rank
@[Tarian] @[Osiriis]