.Terran.
I’m older. Older than her, at least. I can tell that when my amber eyes stray from the dirt beneath my mouth and rise upwards, bringing my pale head with them. I can also tell that she seems to have some sort of purpose here just by watching her. It’s written in the sharp edges of her shoulders, painted into the way she seems to be tipping forward on that grassy pedestal of hers, even brings a sharp glimmer to her feral eyes when the sun glances out from the cloud cover to bath her in light. But the age difference and the excitement about her isn’t what draws my attention.
In fact, I’m not really sure what does.
Somehow, though, I find that I’m moving and my golden hooves are making wide crescents into the trodden ground with each step, pressing the dry grass to the earth so that I can make a path directly to her. Even though my winter coat is long gone (leaving behind an inky color that matches hers in uniformity) there’s still a wild itch between my shoulders that bothers me, keeps me restless when all I want is to remain still. “Maybe she’ll get your mind off things.” I tell myself. Hopeless, really, but anything is worth a try once. I meet her at the bottom of the knoll, neck bulging as it folds inward so that I can force my head up to glance at her with bright eyes.
“Come down, entertain me for a bit, yea?” I offer, which is unlike me in so many ways but the words have already been said. A quirk of a smile, pale pink on my bleached lips, and then I motion with a sideways jerk of my head for encouragement. She doesn’t look like the type to be afraid of much anyways, so I’m the least of her worries.
I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold