05-03-2016, 06:23 PM
A kiss is not a contract
She has no knowledge of their interconnected lineage. Felinae had never been one to speak on the past, and Zeik had been feral since the day he left his dam’s side. Wasn’t that the way some families went? The past forgotten, while the future consumes the living. If she had known, she wouldn’t have thought much of it. Beqanna shares stranger things than crossing bloodlines. If it was one of the reasons they seemed to get along, then so be it. All Besra knows is that up here - where the sky touches her skin and the sun blinds her - is where she’s meant to be. If only the gods had been more kind …
Then again, perhaps they have been good to her. She remembers that Phaedrus is wrapped around her when his teeth brush against the underside of her chin, and with a start the girl realizes it’s the first time she’s experienced affection from a suitor. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t turn back her head to return the favor. It wasn’t unwanted, but it was something she’d have to get accustomed to. Besra swallows, leaning into the wind while Phaedrus talks to her. “How could you ever stay on the ground?” She calls out, feeling the two of them level out to glide across his small ‘kingdom’. Her bright eyes circle where he indicates, trailing through the dark wood and to the rolling hills where the Dale laid claim.
There was a whole other life for Phaedrus there. He had purpose, a path, a title with the quiet kingdom. “Why did you want to start a herd?” Besra questions, tilting her head so that her words won’t be lost on him. “You could’ve settled down in the Dale with one mare, had a much … simpler life.” She chuckles, peering down once more at the Golden Plains with an appreciative smile.
Then again, perhaps they have been good to her. She remembers that Phaedrus is wrapped around her when his teeth brush against the underside of her chin, and with a start the girl realizes it’s the first time she’s experienced affection from a suitor. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t turn back her head to return the favor. It wasn’t unwanted, but it was something she’d have to get accustomed to. Besra swallows, leaning into the wind while Phaedrus talks to her. “How could you ever stay on the ground?” She calls out, feeling the two of them level out to glide across his small ‘kingdom’. Her bright eyes circle where he indicates, trailing through the dark wood and to the rolling hills where the Dale laid claim.
There was a whole other life for Phaedrus there. He had purpose, a path, a title with the quiet kingdom. “Why did you want to start a herd?” Besra questions, tilting her head so that her words won’t be lost on him. “You could’ve settled down in the Dale with one mare, had a much … simpler life.” She chuckles, peering down once more at the Golden Plains with an appreciative smile.