Her antennae quivered, catching the rumble of his voice as though it were just another sound the meadow offered her. Tipsy stilled mid-step, one hoof pressed against a flower that bowed obligingly beneath her weight. Slowly, dreamlike, she turned. Sunlight spilled across her alabaster-splotched coat, igniting the neon strands of her mane until they shimmered like wildfire sparks.
Her gaze found him, darkness draped in storm. His skin was restless, alive with shifting clouds and lightning crawling beneath the surface like caged stars. Against the brightness of the meadow, he stood like a shadow that did not belong, thunder coiled and waiting to break. Strange, magnetic, he drew her bright, unblinking eyes with a curiosity most would not dare. She laughed softly at the sight, as though the meadow itself had whispered him into existence purely for her amusement.
“Hello,” she echoed at last, the word lilting, sing-song, like she was trying it on for size. It lingered in the air as a smile curved against her porcelain lips.
“You bring rain,” Tipsy observed, voice hushed and wondering, as though naming the simplest truth. She drifted a step closer, head tilted, antennae flicking toward him as if to taste his thunder. “Do you always greet strangers with lightning, or is that just for me?”
Her smile began to crack as airy laughter spilled out of her lips, marveling at her own joke. She tipped her head, neon mane flashing sparks in the sun, her grin alive with mischief.
“I’m Tipsy,” she added, the name tumbling from her tongue like a secret, playful and fleeting meant to be caught before it slipped away.
@Tumult
Wrote this on my phone so sorry if it doesn't make sense lol
Her gaze found him, darkness draped in storm. His skin was restless, alive with shifting clouds and lightning crawling beneath the surface like caged stars. Against the brightness of the meadow, he stood like a shadow that did not belong, thunder coiled and waiting to break. Strange, magnetic, he drew her bright, unblinking eyes with a curiosity most would not dare. She laughed softly at the sight, as though the meadow itself had whispered him into existence purely for her amusement.
“Hello,” she echoed at last, the word lilting, sing-song, like she was trying it on for size. It lingered in the air as a smile curved against her porcelain lips.
“You bring rain,” Tipsy observed, voice hushed and wondering, as though naming the simplest truth. She drifted a step closer, head tilted, antennae flicking toward him as if to taste his thunder. “Do you always greet strangers with lightning, or is that just for me?”
Her smile began to crack as airy laughter spilled out of her lips, marveling at her own joke. She tipped her head, neon mane flashing sparks in the sun, her grin alive with mischief.
“I’m Tipsy,” she added, the name tumbling from her tongue like a secret, playful and fleeting meant to be caught before it slipped away.
@Tumult
Wrote this on my phone so sorry if it doesn't make sense lol