[private] you said there's a nursery where all the stars came to life

[Nemeon]

He is always fascinated by the variety of creatures that live here in Beqanna - and it only seems to be growing more varied as the lands roll through their bizarre changes. Tonight, the mare that appears in the rain-soaked woods is illuminated by a gentle light, and Nemeon is dazzled by her delicate appearance: the gentle butterfly wings at her side, the colours that belong in a world he has never seen except in his torturous daydreams - a wildflower meadow under a spring sun.

The horned stallion's life is so filled with apologies he doesn’t think twice about how unnecessary hers is - there rarely seems to be a night spent without him uttering those words to someone, or something, as he continuously works on balancing his toxic existence with the desire to live.

So while he doesn’t tell her she has no reason to apologize, he’ll attempt to sooth away the worries that sparked it - a soft smile in those golden eyes as he replies quietly. “That’s what I was doing too.”

Perhaps we could do so together Nemeon thinks but doesn’t say. Because he knows he should move on, he knows they should just keep this as a brief, chance meeting while the rain continues to fall on the canopy overhead.

As if not speaking about it directly, but still attempting to evoke the same result, will absolve him of the guilt of what will happen if they were to draw too close to one another, or spend too much time in the same vicinity.

It is a twisted logic, sure - it's also all that he has keeping him sane. He does not want to leave, and does not want her to move on just yet either, so he asks instead - “Does that light always follow you?”

NEMEON

@Allaire