dreams unwind; lover is a state of mind. | siberian, nymphetamine only

[Nymphetamine]

He hadn't meant to startle the girl, he didn't realize his hoof falls were as cushioned on the soft spring grasses as they were. Even with the underbrush around him he somehow managed to start the interaction on a some-what-negative note. He watched as she quickly withdrew into herself, and tensed. He had a great first impression, scaring the newcomer was just the way he didn't want it to go.  He side stepped to give her a little space and help her feel less threatened. He tried not to notice the way she took him in though he'd be lying if his ego didn't inflate a bit with the attention. His voice came softly, like a morning breeze, but soon it picked up, found its hold and grew to a full lovely sound. It brought a smile to his face, she was kind and her name had a lovely sound to it. "Do not feel foolish on my account, Misra. I am sorry to startle you, it must be nerve racking to come to an unknown place."

He took a small step forward, now that she had adjusted to him, maybe it was him but he usually preferred smaller conversation space. He hated talking loudly, his conversations were his and his company's no one else. Perhaps it was from the years of spy work, and hushed conversations in the shadows that seeped into his personal experiences. Misra looked elsewhere as she found her words, and Nymph mentally repeated her name again in his head. It was a lovely sounding name, but the thought was disrupted (probably for the better) once she spoke. He watched her eyes, and they searched the land like she searched for the object of her visit. She had come to find someone. She swung her deep pools to him again, and they held a shyness,  but what fell from her mouth mad him about choke. He tried to hide the odd way the news struck him by clearing his throat... yeah, that was natural.

The black mare was the one in which Siberian had mentioned in a conversation a while back, except he had left off her name. He had seemed so reluctant to say there was a connection between them. The blood bay was not sure exactly what existed between his friend and the young mare, but it could have been something. Well, maybe Siberian just needed a wing man, maybe Siberian just needed another opportunity to see the lass. Lord knows Siberian had played interference between the bay and blue not-couple enough times. The shock had faded from the necromancer's eyes, and instead, a bright curiosity showed through. While he still outwardly played the role of a charming stranger, he pushed any self-interest aside. (Lord knows he had too much love-drama to start yet another love triangle) "Oh yes Siberian, our resident bear. Yes, he is here... Though I haven't seen him recently- I have been out recruiting too much recently, but I owe him a visit would you like to tag along? I am sure we can find him, with a  stroll through Chamber." He tilted his head and wondered what Sib's reaction would be to his ol' buddy showing up with his not-so-distant "lover" in hand.  Well he would find out soon enough. There were only so many places you could hide in Chamber, and a strole with a pretty lady would be a great way to spend the day (and if Kimber saw, then even better).

Nymphetamine

Cold was my soul, untold was the pain; I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain.