10-05-2016, 04:58 AM
The light that shines so bright.
Her heart flutters as he expresses his joy of their reunion and it reliefs her to hear that he, too, is doing well. For a moment she just enjoys their proximity, bashing herself in his attention. It has scared her so much when he had been ripped away from her side – or she from his? – and then did Gyps not even mention the whole mountain thing yet. Or the thing that happened to them, what had changed her wings and taken his horn. She had to admit that she disliked seeing him without it, but he was Andras nonetheless. And Andras was the one holding her heart. As she opens her eyes again they twinkle in mischief and without giving any other warning she playful nips at his head.
She grows serious again when he starts telling her about what he had done before he had found her. He speaks about making new friends, being recruited and them having claimed a land. So apparently their future was already decided. However, it doesn’t bother her. Gyps is fully aware of the fact that she had reacted badly when her parents had decided her future before, but the black and blue mare had learned from the past. ”Is this where you want you want to settle yourself? Where you want us to live?” she asks, voice soft and with genuine interest. As long as it was with him, it wouldn’t matter to her where she lived. Before she steps back to look at him she reaches out to brush her muzzle across his cheek. ”What is the place like, that Taiga you speak off? Is it a good place to live?”
It doesn’t surprise her to hear he didn’t have any news of her parents, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sadden her. She nods, gaze travelling away for some time. He too hadn’t seen either of them. Maybe because he didn’t know them, but Gyps was sure that Andras would recognize them if he saw them. She took after them so much. Her father, Phaedrus, was black with cobalt blue mane and her mother, Besra, supported the sky blue that was seen in Gyps’ tail. There simply was no way of mistaking them.
Gyps
