09-14-2016, 08:31 AM
<center><link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Slabo+27px|Cinzel' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="width:500px; background-color: #171a22; box-shadow: 0px 0px 30px #000000;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/bSP9mTL.jpg"><div style="font-family: 'Slabo 27px', serif; color: #605f66; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; padding-left: 35px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom:10px; line-height: 15pt; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic;">With my speechless calm eyes,</div><div style="font-family: 'Slabo 27px', serif; color: #605f66; font-size: 10pt; text-align: right; padding-right: 35px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom:10px; line-height: 15pt; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic;">nothing is coming to rise.</div><div style="padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 35px; font-family: 'Slabo 27px', serif; font-size: 13.2px; color: #d3d3d3; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; letter-spacing: 1px;">
Of course he had thought about their daughter too and of course he was worried about her wellbeing. But at the same time he also knew that Igni would be able to manage herself. Not that Roan couldn’t, he knew she could, but it was different nonetheless. His priority was to get the bay roan mare down the mountain, safe and sound, and then, then he would go back to look for Igni. Hopefully he would be able to find her just as quick as he had managed to find Roan.
Her question, however, is something else. He can hear the plea in her voice and he understands that she needs to be assured that their daughter was doing fine. But he could not tell her a lie. Once Brynmor had made a mistake and he had sworn to never do such a thing again. ”I’m sure she is fine. She probably has found her way down the mountain already.” He tries to assure her, hoping that his words would be enough, even though he couldn’t guarantee Igni’s safety.
Instead he presses his muzzle against her skin again, hoping that his touch would comfort her a little. It was as much as he could do right now. Brynmor keeps his lover close, never moving or pulling away, breathing in her scent. Time passes as they stand there, the cold not so much bothering him, not as much as the thin air. Their breaths rises to the sky in little white clouds, but it gets harder each breath he takes. ”Shall we go down? We can look for her once we’ve reached the vale.” He pulls away a little to look at her, once again trying to reassure himself that she is indeed okay.
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Of course he had thought about their daughter too and of course he was worried about her wellbeing. But at the same time he also knew that Igni would be able to manage herself. Not that Roan couldn’t, he knew she could, but it was different nonetheless. His priority was to get the bay roan mare down the mountain, safe and sound, and then, then he would go back to look for Igni. Hopefully he would be able to find her just as quick as he had managed to find Roan.
Her question, however, is something else. He can hear the plea in her voice and he understands that she needs to be assured that their daughter was doing fine. But he could not tell her a lie. Once Brynmor had made a mistake and he had sworn to never do such a thing again. ”I’m sure she is fine. She probably has found her way down the mountain already.” He tries to assure her, hoping that his words would be enough, even though he couldn’t guarantee Igni’s safety.
Instead he presses his muzzle against her skin again, hoping that his touch would comfort her a little. It was as much as he could do right now. Brynmor keeps his lover close, never moving or pulling away, breathing in her scent. Time passes as they stand there, the cold not so much bothering him, not as much as the thin air. Their breaths rises to the sky in little white clouds, but it gets harder each breath he takes. ”Shall we go down? We can look for her once we’ve reached the vale.” He pulls away a little to look at her, once again trying to reassure himself that she is indeed okay.
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