His smile never wavered. It was charming and contagious, and Shariden felt the corners of her own mouth pulling up slightly in response. The dark mare kept her blue eyes on his, following his gaze as he looked around the field. She listened to him talk, until something he said caught her attention and her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "It means there is life still in Beqanna."
She stayed silent until he had finished, for she had realized over the years that you can often learn more by listening than by talking and asking prying questions. It was quiet here, she thought to herself. Quiet and a bit lonely. Although she had no way of knowing what had happened here in the past, or what it had been like, the stallions vague words hinted that it was different, once. Perhaps it was the cause of the torment in his eyes.
His smile grew slightly shy, and he motioned to his side, telling her that if she wished she could warm herself against him. She nodded gratefully, far too cold to be embarrassed at how quickly she accepted his offer. It took her a moment to get moving; her standing still for so long prevented her from realizing the extent of the chill that had settled in her bones and joints, making it slightly painful to move. Maybe playing in the waterfall hadn't been such a great idea, she thought. She made her way slowly to his side, pressing against him and greedily drawing in his body heat.
"I'm far too young to feel so old," she grumbled under her breath. The two horses were about the same height, but her traditional narrow thoroughbred build and long slender legs characterized her as far more lithe than most of the other horses she knew. She nestled into his side, and her smile grew playful and a bit sad at his words. She tugged lightly on his mane, "Come on, now. You're good for more than this," she insisted. She looked up at him, sincerity and gratitude apparent in her eyes, "Thank you, Magnus." Her breath formed a frosty cloud as the words left her mouth, hovering in the air a moment before dissipating.
She stayed silent until he had finished, for she had realized over the years that you can often learn more by listening than by talking and asking prying questions. It was quiet here, she thought to herself. Quiet and a bit lonely. Although she had no way of knowing what had happened here in the past, or what it had been like, the stallions vague words hinted that it was different, once. Perhaps it was the cause of the torment in his eyes.
His smile grew slightly shy, and he motioned to his side, telling her that if she wished she could warm herself against him. She nodded gratefully, far too cold to be embarrassed at how quickly she accepted his offer. It took her a moment to get moving; her standing still for so long prevented her from realizing the extent of the chill that had settled in her bones and joints, making it slightly painful to move. Maybe playing in the waterfall hadn't been such a great idea, she thought. She made her way slowly to his side, pressing against him and greedily drawing in his body heat.
"I'm far too young to feel so old," she grumbled under her breath. The two horses were about the same height, but her traditional narrow thoroughbred build and long slender legs characterized her as far more lithe than most of the other horses she knew. She nestled into his side, and her smile grew playful and a bit sad at his words. She tugged lightly on his mane, "Come on, now. You're good for more than this," she insisted. She looked up at him, sincerity and gratitude apparent in her eyes, "Thank you, Magnus." Her breath formed a frosty cloud as the words left her mouth, hovering in the air a moment before dissipating.