As he watches Altissima come close again and tell him that she had been born with the light, Tarian's practical mind (his! A mind that is much more suited for battle strategy, protocols for maintaining Loess' borders) starts to imagine fantastic settings: that the light-wielding mare was born during such a brilliant dawn that she has been shining every day since, even imagines that perhaps the Long Night lasted so long only because the mare near him got sick and lost her light.
He thinks Altissima such a fierce, blazing woman that even if his thoughts border along blasphemy against Beqanna's Mountain, Tarian thinks had she not been ill, Altissima could have been the one to break the dark.
And instead, she is attempting to use her craft on a foolish stallion who landed too abruptly.
Cheri will chide him for it, he muses, when he eventually returns to Loess. But how exactly he will do that can wait. The day continues to fade and the shadows continue to grow longer while the sky starts to bruise a darker shade of blue. His gaze turns away from the treeline and glances towards Altissima who has come alongside him, close enough that if he reached, the winged horse could touch her. She is teasing him about the moon again and about the way that they both know he'll be glowing soon. His smile turns wry but the Loessian finds that he doesn't mind his glow anymore than he minds that he doesn't know how (or when) he'll be returning to Loess.
Despite his injury and the problems waiting for him there, he's content to "sulk" about his current circumstance a little longer if it means that she might stay a little longer.
"Ah, but Milady," he can't help but quipping back to her, "I think you mean three." Meaning that her presence here should be something else that Tarian might have formerly been irritated about (and if anybody else had found him here, he would have been). He still isn't entirely sure what he's doing because these moments with Altissima always feel so surreal, like he had so fiercely wished to see her again and so his mind tricks him with a dream. But the heat emanating from her is very real and even if the feelings that Tarian feels are entirely new for the soldier, he finds that he wants to brave them. The moon has started to rise and his silver coat has started to softly glow, even though the day's warmth is still lingering.
Angling his shoulder (while still not shifting his weight) towards hers, Tarian's head moves a little closer to the shimmering Altissima. She had said that the moon should be nice and full tonight; he has no control over bright he will get but his mind is conspiring ways to get the pale woman to stay. "It is," he comments on the lack of any nearby hot springs, "but maybe you can give me something else to sulk about." His grin curves slightly as he glances down at her, wondering if she might take him up on his challenge. "Do you think you can glow brighter than me?"
Her power - though it was tied to sunlight - was growing and Tarian wondered how curious she might be to test the theory that she could glow brighter than him (perhaps even use his own light for that); he wonders that if he can get her to challenge the light of a bright moon if she might just stay all night.
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He thinks Altissima such a fierce, blazing woman that even if his thoughts border along blasphemy against Beqanna's Mountain, Tarian thinks had she not been ill, Altissima could have been the one to break the dark.
And instead, she is attempting to use her craft on a foolish stallion who landed too abruptly.
Cheri will chide him for it, he muses, when he eventually returns to Loess. But how exactly he will do that can wait. The day continues to fade and the shadows continue to grow longer while the sky starts to bruise a darker shade of blue. His gaze turns away from the treeline and glances towards Altissima who has come alongside him, close enough that if he reached, the winged horse could touch her. She is teasing him about the moon again and about the way that they both know he'll be glowing soon. His smile turns wry but the Loessian finds that he doesn't mind his glow anymore than he minds that he doesn't know how (or when) he'll be returning to Loess.
Despite his injury and the problems waiting for him there, he's content to "sulk" about his current circumstance a little longer if it means that she might stay a little longer.
"Ah, but Milady," he can't help but quipping back to her, "I think you mean three." Meaning that her presence here should be something else that Tarian might have formerly been irritated about (and if anybody else had found him here, he would have been). He still isn't entirely sure what he's doing because these moments with Altissima always feel so surreal, like he had so fiercely wished to see her again and so his mind tricks him with a dream. But the heat emanating from her is very real and even if the feelings that Tarian feels are entirely new for the soldier, he finds that he wants to brave them. The moon has started to rise and his silver coat has started to softly glow, even though the day's warmth is still lingering.
Angling his shoulder (while still not shifting his weight) towards hers, Tarian's head moves a little closer to the shimmering Altissima. She had said that the moon should be nice and full tonight; he has no control over bright he will get but his mind is conspiring ways to get the pale woman to stay. "It is," he comments on the lack of any nearby hot springs, "but maybe you can give me something else to sulk about." His grin curves slightly as he glances down at her, wondering if she might take him up on his challenge. "Do you think you can glow brighter than me?"
Her power - though it was tied to sunlight - was growing and Tarian wondered how curious she might be to test the theory that she could glow brighter than him (perhaps even use his own light for that); he wonders that if he can get her to challenge the light of a bright moon if she might just stay all night.
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