Vianne was apparently stressed at the sight of him as the tension between them engulfed their presence, it rimmed on every twitching nerve causing her flank to twitch in irritation as her molten silver hues studied the large dark figure she had once been familiar with. Still she wasn't certain if she could allow herself to become vulnerable once more just to be dissapointed in the long run. Too much time had certainly passed since she was left to her own whims and plights and now here he was wanting for reconciliation with her? Vianne lowered her eyes to the water that streamed through her long agile legs, always contemplating on running from this place of desolation. Perhaps she should have, instead of chasing ghosts and faulty hopes. Vianne didn't wish to rid of this delicious terrain that she now called her home. The loneliness was just a minor touch to the bliss spilling of a heavenly paradise. The six year old mare was now in her prime, looking for more than what was ever offered to her. A part of her resented his return. A part of her wanted to bitch slap him and spit in his face for leaving her in such a way, even if his leaving was what spurred such a independent growth in her center. It was as if she was seeing a ghost and she had t silently remind herself that the brain spasms she once had and it's thoughts had long dissipated. That this was in fact him. Not even a mummer passed through her lips as he reached towards her, just to show her the same affections she had longed for.
The way he called for her name allotted her right ear to twitch up ever so slightly with curiosity. Grown from the irascible young mare who could not comprehend the depths of her own wounds; festering and aching through madness of childish confusion. However, there is some of that free spiritness that was lingering within her...somewhere. Locked away tightly in her chasm. Her muscles coiled as her horn begun crackling; surging electricity with the zest of sweltering abysmal need. Small droplets of water started to rise from the surface of the stream they were in, in evanescent beads. Finally her voice emitted her confusion " I fared well? Is this what you call this? Faring well..." Her voice trailed off when she felt him nipping at her pale white neck. Where as the other mares seemed to band together, it was Vianne that remained on the crust of things, to watch them with a certain level of disconnection. There was no concern for their welfare and she continued on like a wafting phantom.
As Phaedrus lifted her gaze to meet his, she studied him with apprehension, trying her hardest to lose all of her inhibitions long enough to find comfort in what he was doing. Viannes stern facial expressions started to melt away into a softened demeanor " Two years Phaedrus..it's been two years. Every day I wondered if i should have just left. If I had done something that had wronged you in some way to make you leave. " And it sometimes became too much, the unceasing spite for that missing figure in her life and the poor replacements that only highlighted the vacant spot for a momentary bliss. The worrying over what was to happen seemed inconsolable where not even a touch could soothe her tears and her fear. Sure, she could stride into what was once her solitary confinement cell without so much as a flicker of her eyes, but it will take time to wash away the sadness. Desperate for solace, for answers, for clean air, she had sought comfort within the asylum of his presence now. Even if the memories continued to bump into each other within her mind, it was his bump to her long horn was the very thing that shocked her out of her own lucid day dream. The stallions awkward smile did not go unnoticed and had been reciprocated by a slight flicker at the corner of her own lips " Then shall we? Lets ..Catch up. We have a lot to discuss" Carefully in reluctance she reflected his nuzzling with her own against the flat of his cheek in adoration.
He had a lot of explaining to do. And this was the moment she had been waiting for; whether or not if she were to remain in the folds of this herd.
The way he called for her name allotted her right ear to twitch up ever so slightly with curiosity. Grown from the irascible young mare who could not comprehend the depths of her own wounds; festering and aching through madness of childish confusion. However, there is some of that free spiritness that was lingering within her...somewhere. Locked away tightly in her chasm. Her muscles coiled as her horn begun crackling; surging electricity with the zest of sweltering abysmal need. Small droplets of water started to rise from the surface of the stream they were in, in evanescent beads. Finally her voice emitted her confusion " I fared well? Is this what you call this? Faring well..." Her voice trailed off when she felt him nipping at her pale white neck. Where as the other mares seemed to band together, it was Vianne that remained on the crust of things, to watch them with a certain level of disconnection. There was no concern for their welfare and she continued on like a wafting phantom.
As Phaedrus lifted her gaze to meet his, she studied him with apprehension, trying her hardest to lose all of her inhibitions long enough to find comfort in what he was doing. Viannes stern facial expressions started to melt away into a softened demeanor " Two years Phaedrus..it's been two years. Every day I wondered if i should have just left. If I had done something that had wronged you in some way to make you leave. " And it sometimes became too much, the unceasing spite for that missing figure in her life and the poor replacements that only highlighted the vacant spot for a momentary bliss. The worrying over what was to happen seemed inconsolable where not even a touch could soothe her tears and her fear. Sure, she could stride into what was once her solitary confinement cell without so much as a flicker of her eyes, but it will take time to wash away the sadness. Desperate for solace, for answers, for clean air, she had sought comfort within the asylum of his presence now. Even if the memories continued to bump into each other within her mind, it was his bump to her long horn was the very thing that shocked her out of her own lucid day dream. The stallions awkward smile did not go unnoticed and had been reciprocated by a slight flicker at the corner of her own lips " Then shall we? Lets ..Catch up. We have a lot to discuss" Carefully in reluctance she reflected his nuzzling with her own against the flat of his cheek in adoration.
He had a lot of explaining to do. And this was the moment she had been waiting for; whether or not if she were to remain in the folds of this herd.