06-08-2021, 04:33 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
So caught up in the breeze dancing through the strands of silver grass, Cheri hadn’t necessarily heard Starlore’s approach until the last minute. She turned, head angled in a pleasing manner over her shoulder to glance behind her, eyeing the stallion approach with only a moment’s hesitation before the rock exploded nearby. If she was uncertain in the daylight about who he was, now she knew: it couldn’t have been any other horse but the same colt she’d met years ago on the shore. Surprised, she caught the spray of stone and pebbles flying up through the air to clatter down again safely away from them, then she twisted through the stalks to face the offender properly, with a mocking frown that made her all the more alluring by doing so.
“Careful,” She warned him, “You’re only confirming that I’m always right.” Cheri trotted down the short slope of the prairie to where he was, observant of how distinctly remarkable he looked in the daytime.
Time had really gotten hold of them both, though in the present Cheri would argue that Starlore was noticeably the most captivating stallion she’d ever seen.
Her memory of him couldn’t serve the adult version justice. How such a creature had come to be was incomprehensible to her, taller in maturity and almost androgenous in his beauty - complete with the angelic halo she so distinctly remembered from their first encounter. Could she blush, Cheri would’ve; it was only lucky for her that she now maintained an air of companionable friendliness despite the way her mind lingered over hormonal things like attraction. Besides, one thought of Targaryen and the persistent memory of her interaction with Obscene had taught her a thing or two about erring on the side of caution rather than succumbing to the desires of her heart.
Starlore was breathtaking, truly.
But he was also just Starlore, and she was simply Cheri.
“It’s good to see you.” She extended the slope of her feminine nose towards his, catching sparks of light in the cluster of her forehead crystals as she did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Call it fate - I came back hoping you’d still be here.” Cheri spoke after pulling away again, her mind fresh with the silence of the night before and Chem’s warning about ghosts.
“You look incredible!” The spotted appaloosa mare took an appreciative step backwards, her voice pleasantly high and not at all facetious in its praise of him. “Is your family well?” She wanted to know, giving him a moment of air between the compliment and question.
“Careful,” She warned him, “You’re only confirming that I’m always right.” Cheri trotted down the short slope of the prairie to where he was, observant of how distinctly remarkable he looked in the daytime.
Time had really gotten hold of them both, though in the present Cheri would argue that Starlore was noticeably the most captivating stallion she’d ever seen.
Her memory of him couldn’t serve the adult version justice. How such a creature had come to be was incomprehensible to her, taller in maturity and almost androgenous in his beauty - complete with the angelic halo she so distinctly remembered from their first encounter. Could she blush, Cheri would’ve; it was only lucky for her that she now maintained an air of companionable friendliness despite the way her mind lingered over hormonal things like attraction. Besides, one thought of Targaryen and the persistent memory of her interaction with Obscene had taught her a thing or two about erring on the side of caution rather than succumbing to the desires of her heart.
Starlore was breathtaking, truly.
But he was also just Starlore, and she was simply Cheri.
“It’s good to see you.” She extended the slope of her feminine nose towards his, catching sparks of light in the cluster of her forehead crystals as she did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Call it fate - I came back hoping you’d still be here.” Cheri spoke after pulling away again, her mind fresh with the silence of the night before and Chem’s warning about ghosts.
“You look incredible!” The spotted appaloosa mare took an appreciative step backwards, her voice pleasantly high and not at all facetious in its praise of him. “Is your family well?” She wanted to know, giving him a moment of air between the compliment and question.
@[starlore]