daedalus ---
Colorful planets orbit the stallion’s head as he bends to peer closer at Dear. The smile on his face matches how sweet his previous words were. The fawn is much smaller than him, delicate and flighty in all the ways Dae has never been. An even opposite to him, somehow balanced in their interaction.
“Daedalus,” he answers quietly, a low-pitched voice rolling gently in Dear’s direction.
“Where did I come from?” Daedalus echoes back to Dear, charmed by the utter sincerity she seems to possess. He blinks as a sly but good-natured smirk paints his mouth. He draws the slightest bit closer to her before whispering conspiratorially, “A tree.”
Glittering arrays of stars and comets twirl around the stallion as he lifts his head back up to stare into the swaying canopy above them. He sees Isilya in the endless shades of green, hears her sweet voice in the susurrations of summertime. With such gentle memories in his mind, Dae settles back comfortably (perhaps a bit arrogantly), and stares at the fawn.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re quite disarming?” he asks, a low chuckle following.
“Where did you come from, Dear?”
-----------we'll have our time when stars collide
@dear