04-30-2016, 06:30 PM
A kiss is not a contract
Winter comes, without much warning. The days are not so ‘golden’ anymore, though the sun does illuminate the early morning dew that’s frozen on the lanky tendrils of browned grass. Though they’re farther south now, the brittle nip of cold air can still be felt throughout the day, which made Besra wonder what kind of winter they were experiencing back home in the Gates. She sighs, forlorn in the thought but not so heartbroken that she doesn’t turn a loving eye on the plains. From above, she’d been shown all the secrets that this place had to offer. In that wonderful moment Besra had taken a rather intense liking to her new herd.
Phaedrus, it seemed, had been the right choice after all.
Speaking of the stallion, he’d been out and about since she’d settled here. It doesn’t bother the blue-maned girl. She’d gone her whole life without someone looking over her shoulder, so his absence feels natural in a way. Besides, she’s more interested in the other bodies she’d seen lurking around on her quick flight. He had other mares, certainly, Besra had gotten a good whiff of one or two every time she wandered near the reflection pool. Try as she might, however, Phaedrus’ other mares seemed to have a knack for hide-and-seek. It disappoints her on some level; she’s missing out on a connection that she’d thought came with the whole herd package. Sister wives and all that jazz.
She chalks it up to patience, choosing instead to visit the small pond daily in hopes that someone would show face. Today, it seems, perhaps the bitter morning has driven them to shelter. With an audible sigh the ashy-colored mare accepts defeat, waiting for a moment longer to see perhaps some wildlife. From the woods, she’s given a surprise: the subtle snap of a twig. Instantly she tenses, ears snapping upwards as her body becomes motionless. “Hello?” She calls out tentatively.
Phaedrus, it seemed, had been the right choice after all.
Speaking of the stallion, he’d been out and about since she’d settled here. It doesn’t bother the blue-maned girl. She’d gone her whole life without someone looking over her shoulder, so his absence feels natural in a way. Besides, she’s more interested in the other bodies she’d seen lurking around on her quick flight. He had other mares, certainly, Besra had gotten a good whiff of one or two every time she wandered near the reflection pool. Try as she might, however, Phaedrus’ other mares seemed to have a knack for hide-and-seek. It disappoints her on some level; she’s missing out on a connection that she’d thought came with the whole herd package. Sister wives and all that jazz.
She chalks it up to patience, choosing instead to visit the small pond daily in hopes that someone would show face. Today, it seems, perhaps the bitter morning has driven them to shelter. With an audible sigh the ashy-colored mare accepts defeat, waiting for a moment longer to see perhaps some wildlife. From the woods, she’s given a surprise: the subtle snap of a twig. Instantly she tenses, ears snapping upwards as her body becomes motionless. “Hello?” She calls out tentatively.
@[Vakarian]