There is the immediate sensation of a dam yielding its strength to the opposition of the flood waters the instant that Joscelin touches her skin. Astri is overwhelmed by the effect, as if questions that had previously been complete mysterious were now, and had always been, common knowledge. Outwardly, her skin quivers, ears tilting back to hear Joscelin’s steady voice as the mare answers her concerns.
Astri knows that she has many choices ahead of her now. Paths that seemed previously blocked begin to unfurl, and her mind wanders over the possibilities that Joscelin unveils to her. She could be happy now, maybe, with this new understanding, this new enlightenment. Joscelin had unveiled what Astri herself had never bothered to see before. The little green mare smiles gently, leaning ever so softly into the tentative embrace.
Joscelin is the only one who knows her secret now. Astri sighs, choosing to enjoy the moment and place it away for later, when the flickering mare is not so close as she is now. “Do you come to the meadow often and end up talking about puzzle pieces?” Astri laughs, finding that though the sensation of affection is new to her, it’s not unwelcome. She wants to return the touch, to feel Joscelin’s wonderfully unique skin, but she’s reserved, still unsure if what happened was simply an overthought action of kindness.
Astri does know that she suddenly wants to have Joscelin as a more familiar figure in her life. She admits to herself that she wouldn’t mind at all if she happened to stumble upon her in her travels, to spend more time wherever it was that Joscelin called home. She’s fascinated by her, and that fascination has a thousand or so questions clambering in her mind for attention. But time was all she really wanted, if she was being honest. Time with Joscelin, and time to understand this new developement in her own story.
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