Cordis her voice is soothing and enticing to honey-coloured ears. There is wisdom and experience in that tone. The stories she probably had would fall on welcome, pleading even, auricles. How odd and out of place it would be to see this silver creature caged in a kingdom, answering to anyone but herself. Her independence deepening the awe. But there was still a sense of an emotional scar, a darkness to her aura. That touch of vulnerability seemed like a crack in her wall, the tiny possibility of closeness, and Ashara was drawn to that like a magnet. She moved in a little closer despite the danger, pulled to the others scent, the lure of her coat. But alas the goddess was better off being free or with someone of her own stature so the palomino pulled away.
”Ashara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She cooed before realizing what she had done, what she had showed, what she had felt. Like plunging into cold water the wave of emotion shocked her core and took away her breath. Liquid pooled in her eyes. For 6 years she had locked away those feelings, for 6 years she denied ever loving and now she risked everything. She tried to regain her composure and looked away as the images of a chocolate filly filled her mind. The affectionate eyes, her gentle touch: her friend, her love. The locked away memories kept unfolding until resting on the one where she was kicked out of her home, exiled from her family for those feelings. And now she risked losing her place in their kingdom, her new home, if Jedi shared her secret. She knew he’d be disappointed, maybe even angry. She saw the way he looked at her, the same way she looked at Cordis moments ago, and although fond of the warrior would never be able to reciprocate those feelings. What use was she now to her king, she would not be breeding stock, nor give the stallions reason to protect her. Poise returning, perhaps the painted stallion didn’t notice, perhaps she could fool him the way she had fooled herself for 6 years. ”Perhaps our paths will cross again” dipping her crown to the electric woman, hints of forlorn in the tone. Looking to the stag, she tries her best to flirt. ”See you at home?” It felt awkward and forced. She searched him for a reaction, praying her home would still be hers to call.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.