He watches her with an expression that was slightly solemn yet inviting, as was Warrick’s demeanor. Though if the girl took the time to look at him carefully and inspect the auburn and indigo features of his tired face, she would find it etched with fragments of despair (which she might recognize), like a sharp needle upon glass.
Warrick’s gaze softens empathetically as she become fearful and wary of him, brows rising with concern and mouth opening slightly to speak as muscles tighten to begin to bring him a few steps closer… but he resists the urge. He closes his mouth thoughtfully, blue lips pressing together in a thin line. He is not surprised that she is cautious; it would be more surprising if she weren’t. Time spent alone was a challenging task in itself – and that task brings enormous amount of emotions with it. Survival is the main focus and nothing else.
That is, of course, if you are not searching for someone.
A soft sigh leaves his cobalt lips, restraining himself from glancing up at the sky (even though there were no stars to be seen) in curiosity as he always does – he almost tricks himself into believing that a simple gaze cast upwards to the galaxies will bring them back, but he always reminds himself that they are worlds away and that he is forgotten by them… only a distant memory.
To them, maybe he was just a memory of a memory.
Her voice brims with her youth, bringing the stallion back to focus on the shining, metallic girl before him. She spits her words at him at first, but the bay stallion only smiles easily in response. He agrees with her wholeheartedly. “It does not solve all problems,” he murmurs in answer, his voice gentle and understanding, “but it does make problems at least a little less overwhelming.”
A pause, and then: “For a time.”
Warrick does now decide to take a single step forward when she agrees to let him stay in her vicinity, his brilliant navy blue eyes watching her. He casually begins to graze, remaining a comfortable distance away from the filly but close enough that they could converse. He chews for a moment; head still lowered in the long meadow grasses. Between mouthfuls he quietly and offhandedly asks, “You’re searching for someone too, Iset?”
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