A kiss is not a contract
She tries her best to keep up, she really does. Her legs extend, regular footfalls exaggerated so that the black will not have to wait for her. “Phaedrus,” She reminds herself, “His name is Phaedrus.” She won’t think too much on the fact that in some small way, he owns her now. His actions will directly influence her life, perhaps someday even going as far as raising a foal of his lines. But she won’t think on those things - not now, not at the beginning. First and foremost, there should be trust. Without trust, everything else falls short. The roan mare huffs, eager to keep the clipped pace and hoping that he’s not missing the ability of his wings too much.
“Both of my parents are capable of flight.” She tells him on the offhand. They know nothing of each other, short of names or destinations. A bond begins somewhere and Besra is unafraid to share her background with the (thus far) silent stallion. “Shifters. My sire is a falcon and my dam is a bluebird.” She details, laughing softly. “They make quite a good pair.” Of course they do, they always have. Besra remembers when she had first arrived in Heaven’s Gates and Zeik had come to join them; he’d shifted and Felinae had followed suit, the two of them twisting in aerial delight and acrobatic prowess. Besra had been wordlessly jealous of the carefree nature of their companionship.
She tapers off, letting the memory consume her for a moment while they trek through the endless sea of grassland. This is the farthest south the blue-kissed girl has been, every step ahead is a first for her. She smiles, softly, the unknown spread open before her. So many questions, so little time. The only one that escapes though is something of little consequence to her, but still a question she’s never before thought to ask. “What’s it like, to fly?” She muses to him aloud, head turning so that she can stare at Phaedrus with wide, curious eyes. His homeland should be just ahead but for now, she has him all to herself and this is a final moment she’d also like to tuck away for later.
“Both of my parents are capable of flight.” She tells him on the offhand. They know nothing of each other, short of names or destinations. A bond begins somewhere and Besra is unafraid to share her background with the (thus far) silent stallion. “Shifters. My sire is a falcon and my dam is a bluebird.” She details, laughing softly. “They make quite a good pair.” Of course they do, they always have. Besra remembers when she had first arrived in Heaven’s Gates and Zeik had come to join them; he’d shifted and Felinae had followed suit, the two of them twisting in aerial delight and acrobatic prowess. Besra had been wordlessly jealous of the carefree nature of their companionship.
She tapers off, letting the memory consume her for a moment while they trek through the endless sea of grassland. This is the farthest south the blue-kissed girl has been, every step ahead is a first for her. She smiles, softly, the unknown spread open before her. So many questions, so little time. The only one that escapes though is something of little consequence to her, but still a question she’s never before thought to ask. “What’s it like, to fly?” She muses to him aloud, head turning so that she can stare at Phaedrus with wide, curious eyes. His homeland should be just ahead but for now, she has him all to herself and this is a final moment she’d also like to tuck away for later.
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