it erupts like a volcano, then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
The painted mare notices her scars of course. How could she not? It gives her pause, that intense perusal. Though she has never been vain, she cannot help but shift uncomfortably as the other mare stares at the scars decorating the entirety of her right side. Perhaps one day she would grow accustomed to horses staring at her, but these are so new, so recent, she still has not even gotten used to the sight of them herself. But she cannot blame the woman for staring. She is not entirely certain she wouldn’t do the same were their positions reversed.
The mare is distracted then by something else behind her. Elysteria turns her head, russet gaze falling upon the stallion materializing into the small group. She sighs softly as the dark bay stallion steps forward, recognizing him instantly. They have been acquainted for quite some time, and, unfortunately, she still owes him a favor. She dearly hopes that he has not chosen now, of all days, to come collect.
Fortunately he pays little mind to her, beyond answering the question she had asked of the gray and white mare. Interesting. A small smile quirks her lips as she dips her head slightly in acknowledgement.
“Eight. Good to see you again.”
The mare, Djinni, responds to Eights statement with a confirmation. The smile quirking her lips blooms into a fully-fledged grin of amusement as she notes the faint hint of irritation behind the woman’s words. Good to know that he hasn’t changed. But then, she hadn’t expected him to.
Turning her twinkling gaze back to Djinni, she continues the conversation easily. Having gotten the pleasantries out of the way, she is now free to indulge in her curiosity. And, with any luck, interest Djinni in joining the Dale.
“If you don’t mid my asking Jin, what brings you here on such a chilly day?”
You have to work out whether your roots
have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.