show them the joy and the pain and the ending
He is a man of few words, a fact the roan mare can appreciate. Truth be told, she something more of a conversationalist, but she has never been one to dance around the point. Many have been put off by her bluntness in the past. Something tells her he would not be offended quite so easily.
The rain continues to drizzle down, matting her thick coat against her skin. Rivulets darken her rounded sides, the long, dark strands of her mane plastered against her neck. Beads of water glimmer briefly at the ends before falling to the already damp earth beneath her feet. She is tempted to shake herself, but she knows it would serve no purpose. Until the rain ceases, she is simply doomed to be wet. Despite the shower, it does not wash away the salt of Nerine on her skin. It had permeated her too well by now, softening her coat and curling her locks. So it comes as no surprise that he recognizes where she is from. Nerine has such a recognizable scent, and even if she did not know him, she would recognize that upon him at the very least.
But she does know him, and she his curious. One of her prevailing sins, that curiosity, but she would not give it up. It satisfies a part of her that nothing else ever could.
She offers him a faint grin, a mere uptilt of her lips, as he introduces himself with a single word. She had known his name, of course (she would not be much of a spy if she didn’t), but she would have been immensely surprised if he had known hers. ”Heartfire,” she offers, just as simply.
Tipping her head slightly, she studies him with eyes of crystalline blue, intensity in that bright gaze. She does not speak for a moment, allowing the silence to stretch perhaps longer than is polite. When she does finally speak, her voice is soft, almost contemplative. ”Of Nerine,” she affirms. ”And you are the queen’s lover.”
It is a statement, not a question. She says nothing more, curious to see how he would respond to such an assertion.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts