She's not afraid though, not at all.
In fact, she’s in complete awe. Complete and utter awe at the fact that this stallion had managed to create weasels out of snow. Living (sort-of), moving creatures. Out of snow.
She can’t find the words to express how incredible that is to her. So she simply listens, dumb, as he explains.
Someone up there must be smiling down on her … abilities like this can’t be terribly common, and for her to walk in to one of the few horses that has them? It’s the kind of luck she hasn’t had in a long time.
She gasps again as beautiful ice roses sprout from the ground around them, rising up and blooming to catch the sun. Eira’s brown eyes dart about, full of surprise and wonder. It’s as if they’re surrounded by a ring of diamonds.
“You didn’t scare me. I … I just …” How can she explain?
But … why explain? When it’s so much easier to show …
Eira concentrates for a moment, letting her still present (though lessened) anxiety feed her abilities. It’s the first time she’s ever willingly tried to create snow and she finds that it’s surprisingly easy. A light flurry begins to fall around them, dusting Eira and Weir’s back in little white flakes. For the first time, she’s not afraid of losing control. Even if she did, with Weir’s abilities she’s sure he’d be able to control whatever she accidentally throws out.
Her eyes seek out his, feeling more hope that she’s felt in a very long time. “Would … could you teach me? I can’t control it. I don’t want to hurt anyone again.” Her eyes drop to the ground. She’s ashamed to admit her greatest sin, but if anyone can help her, he can.
In fact, she’s in complete awe. Complete and utter awe at the fact that this stallion had managed to create weasels out of snow. Living (sort-of), moving creatures. Out of snow.
She can’t find the words to express how incredible that is to her. So she simply listens, dumb, as he explains.
Someone up there must be smiling down on her … abilities like this can’t be terribly common, and for her to walk in to one of the few horses that has them? It’s the kind of luck she hasn’t had in a long time.
She gasps again as beautiful ice roses sprout from the ground around them, rising up and blooming to catch the sun. Eira’s brown eyes dart about, full of surprise and wonder. It’s as if they’re surrounded by a ring of diamonds.
“You didn’t scare me. I … I just …” How can she explain?
But … why explain? When it’s so much easier to show …
Eira concentrates for a moment, letting her still present (though lessened) anxiety feed her abilities. It’s the first time she’s ever willingly tried to create snow and she finds that it’s surprisingly easy. A light flurry begins to fall around them, dusting Eira and Weir’s back in little white flakes. For the first time, she’s not afraid of losing control. Even if she did, with Weir’s abilities she’s sure he’d be able to control whatever she accidentally throws out.
Her eyes seek out his, feeling more hope that she’s felt in a very long time. “Would … could you teach me? I can’t control it. I don’t want to hurt anyone again.” Her eyes drop to the ground. She’s ashamed to admit her greatest sin, but if anyone can help her, he can.
EIRA
nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt