whispers among the stars {Elve}

[elve]

it's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

She is thin and delicate where he is thick and draft-built; she is smoke where he is solid. But they share something, the mark of something, someone. And they share something else, she can see; she doesn’t flinch when his body changes, disappears, leaving a butterfly behind. And then it reverses, and the black colt is back.
She does the same thing, after all, but in a different way; without the butterfly, for one. She disappears though, and she is slowly learning how to control when she disappears, when she reappears.

He seems short, blunt. The girl doesn’t mind - those who speak a lot seem to always want something from her, need something; as if she has anything to offer. She is just a child, a small shivering shaking girl who doesn’t know how she has ended up here, like this.
She had such high hopes for her life.

“I don’t know,” she says, simply, because it’s too complicated to answer with anything else - anything truthful. The truth is she is afraid, she is scared of being alone because she fears she isn’t alone. Every low crunch, every flash of gold, she is aware. He is here, always here - even if his body isn’t, what he has done to her will always be present. 

This colt seems suspicious, always watching her through narrowed eyes. She does not know why he is so suspicious (so strange, that one horse has had such widely different effects on these two young horses), but she does not press it. She does not press anything, and so the pair of them stand, silently, watching each other.
She doesn’t know how to have a conversation yet and she doesn’t know how to learn.

ELVE