As they stand there, frozen in time, he allows himself to look upon her as his lips whisper a smile. She is small, delicate to the touch and it makes his heart hammer a little more hard inside the bone cage of his chest. He wants to hold her and protect her against dangers unknown.
She watches him from beneath the cluster of coarse hair like a child peeking from behind a tree and this makes his smile spread over his lips. Lobes flicker when she chooses to speak. He is eager to hear her words as she speaks so soft and gentle like that of a summer breeze. Van finds himself inclining towards her.
"Vlinder." He says is slowly...softly. Van loves the fact their names are similar but he internalizes the thought. The blue green of his eyes dance with a bit of a laugh when she begins to apologize. "No, no sweet girl. It is okay." The smile crooks on his lips as his tilts his skull slightly, the fluff of his forelock hooked on the horn that is centered on his brow.
"What brings you to the meadow? A stroll?" He asks her while drawing a pace closer. Van is homeless himself as he had never settled down in one place in all his years. The stallion is a lover more than a fighter. He follows his heart and so far it had only lead him to being left broken, damaged. He swallows it back and stays proud. Bitterness and jadedness has swelled inside for far too long...consuming him. But he tosses those thoughts away. It was unfair to harbor negativity.
Van
come away, sweet girl, strum your guitar while we lay on the beach