11-06-2015, 12:56 AM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
She hides her face from him, and for a moment he wonders why. But he does not ask, does not wish to push her. He understands too well the need to hide sometimes. He would not take that from her. Not when so much has already been stolen.
As she turns back to him, her sorrowful eyes partially hidden by a tangle of dark hair as she responds softly to his comment, he is tempted to reach over and nudge those long locks from her lovely, expressive eyes. He gives in to temptation, unable to resist the urge. His dark muzzle brushes softly against her, stirring a tenderness deep within him. If anyone deserves such softness, it is this mare. As his chin drops once again, his brown eyes finding hers, he offers a small, reassuring smile, as though to say I believe in you.
But he says nothing, knowing too well from where she comes. He had been drowning in pain too. There had been on one to pull him from it, no one to offer him a lifeline in the torrent of emotions that had kept him under in the months since his parent’s death. Not until she had come along, at least. Even unwittingly, she had provided him almost exactly what he needs.
But he knows. He doesn’t want to be like that either. Sometimes though, it seems to be inevitable.
And then she is continuing, speaking of her queen, of her hesitancy in coming to know her kingdom-mates. Her words are soft, the last few coming so quietly that he must strain to hear her. His features are quiet, her words causing a thoughtful expression to emerge. Shahrizai had been a vagabond for too long not to understand what she is saying. The sole reason it had taken him so long to settle on a home had been because of his fear that he would not stay. That he would grow bored and leave, that it was his nature.
And perhaps still is. Though he has sworn himself to the Desert, his loyalty unwavering, he knows himself too well. So well that he wonders if it will truly last. Instead of saying any of these things however, he offers her a simple, reassuring touch followed by a few soft words.
You know me.
It is ironic, really. In the short span of time they have been acquainted, she knows far more of him than most. Two strangers, more familiar with each other than they are their fellow kingdom-mates. Nevertheless, he would not trade this time for that knowledge.
And then she is continuing, telling him she should go. He does not wish her to, but he knows that he must let her. She reminds him that they have not even shared their names with each other, eliciting a short burst of laughter from him. For all that he now knows of her, he has not even learned her name. Not until now, at least. Ilka. Such a lovely name, suiting of the mare standing before him. He smiles, a wry smile that clearly expresses his chagrin.
I’m Shahrizai. Shah, actually.
And as she disappears, having finally learned his name, his gaze follows her as he whispers soft parting words.
I hope that I can see you again.
As she turns back to him, her sorrowful eyes partially hidden by a tangle of dark hair as she responds softly to his comment, he is tempted to reach over and nudge those long locks from her lovely, expressive eyes. He gives in to temptation, unable to resist the urge. His dark muzzle brushes softly against her, stirring a tenderness deep within him. If anyone deserves such softness, it is this mare. As his chin drops once again, his brown eyes finding hers, he offers a small, reassuring smile, as though to say I believe in you.
But he says nothing, knowing too well from where she comes. He had been drowning in pain too. There had been on one to pull him from it, no one to offer him a lifeline in the torrent of emotions that had kept him under in the months since his parent’s death. Not until she had come along, at least. Even unwittingly, she had provided him almost exactly what he needs.
But he knows. He doesn’t want to be like that either. Sometimes though, it seems to be inevitable.
And then she is continuing, speaking of her queen, of her hesitancy in coming to know her kingdom-mates. Her words are soft, the last few coming so quietly that he must strain to hear her. His features are quiet, her words causing a thoughtful expression to emerge. Shahrizai had been a vagabond for too long not to understand what she is saying. The sole reason it had taken him so long to settle on a home had been because of his fear that he would not stay. That he would grow bored and leave, that it was his nature.
And perhaps still is. Though he has sworn himself to the Desert, his loyalty unwavering, he knows himself too well. So well that he wonders if it will truly last. Instead of saying any of these things however, he offers her a simple, reassuring touch followed by a few soft words.
You know me.
It is ironic, really. In the short span of time they have been acquainted, she knows far more of him than most. Two strangers, more familiar with each other than they are their fellow kingdom-mates. Nevertheless, he would not trade this time for that knowledge.
And then she is continuing, telling him she should go. He does not wish her to, but he knows that he must let her. She reminds him that they have not even shared their names with each other, eliciting a short burst of laughter from him. For all that he now knows of her, he has not even learned her name. Not until now, at least. Ilka. Such a lovely name, suiting of the mare standing before him. He smiles, a wry smile that clearly expresses his chagrin.
I’m Shahrizai. Shah, actually.
And as she disappears, having finally learned his name, his gaze follows her as he whispers soft parting words.
I hope that I can see you again.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
I'm sorry this took so stupidly long, but I wanted to go ahead and wrap this one up.