05-11-2016, 01:25 PM
A kiss is not a contract
Anything new and unknown takes time. Coming here, to Golden Plains, would take some getting used to. It’s nothing like the Gates, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t simultaneously wonderful either. They both have their strong points, and with Phaedrus allowing her to soar through the clouds while he puts into words the act of flying, somehow it almost makes the Plains better than the Gates. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud. Even Besra has her moments of stubbornness. His comment on the activity of Kingdoms and the horses within them surprises her, almost as much as his thoughts on his personal life. Phaedrus is a stallion true to his word: He’s honestly not bothered by notions of everlasting love and commitment. What he wants is honourable, maybe even commendable.
Besra realizes that the black stallion wrapped around her is certainly one of a kind. “Then you and I have more in common than we thought.” She tells him, laughing gently with the peace that fills her now. It was simple, being with him. Uncluttered and straightforward, having conversation without ever thinking that it could be more. He’s someone she can take for face value and she appreciates that. The two dip, whirling with ease in a way that only someone who’s at home in the sky can seem to manage. Besra’s grateful of his skill when the ground rises up to meet them, her hooves somewhat clumsy as they finally land. She’s out of breath, eyes flush with excitement and adrenaline.
His quip has her pinning her ears playfully, neck curving so that she can look at the lighthearted man who’d been so serious only a moment ago. She’s game, though, eager for a little fun now that they seem to have found their stride with each other. “If only you could. I might actually like it.” She teases, ribs expanding pleasantly as he shifts gently off. She’s not made of stone, after all. Besra can be girlish when the mood suits her, especially when it comes from Phaedrus without provocation. It almost makes her sad that she’ll be swept away by what’s-his-name …
Besra, however, is a grown mare. Equally capable of holding her own without Phaedrus (or any stallion for that matter) holding her hand along the way. Besides, if she ends up getting her way with her captor, it won’t be long that she’ll be separated from her new partner. “Will you be in the Dale frequently then, these coming weeks? I hope to avoid cobblestone creek as much as I can possibly manage, so maybe I’ll see you there.” She tells him, stretching her back out before shaking her muscles loose. Gravity was always an irritating force to submit to.
Besra realizes that the black stallion wrapped around her is certainly one of a kind. “Then you and I have more in common than we thought.” She tells him, laughing gently with the peace that fills her now. It was simple, being with him. Uncluttered and straightforward, having conversation without ever thinking that it could be more. He’s someone she can take for face value and she appreciates that. The two dip, whirling with ease in a way that only someone who’s at home in the sky can seem to manage. Besra’s grateful of his skill when the ground rises up to meet them, her hooves somewhat clumsy as they finally land. She’s out of breath, eyes flush with excitement and adrenaline.
His quip has her pinning her ears playfully, neck curving so that she can look at the lighthearted man who’d been so serious only a moment ago. She’s game, though, eager for a little fun now that they seem to have found their stride with each other. “If only you could. I might actually like it.” She teases, ribs expanding pleasantly as he shifts gently off. She’s not made of stone, after all. Besra can be girlish when the mood suits her, especially when it comes from Phaedrus without provocation. It almost makes her sad that she’ll be swept away by what’s-his-name …
Besra, however, is a grown mare. Equally capable of holding her own without Phaedrus (or any stallion for that matter) holding her hand along the way. Besides, if she ends up getting her way with her captor, it won’t be long that she’ll be separated from her new partner. “Will you be in the Dale frequently then, these coming weeks? I hope to avoid cobblestone creek as much as I can possibly manage, so maybe I’ll see you there.” She tells him, stretching her back out before shaking her muscles loose. Gravity was always an irritating force to submit to.