05-15-2017, 03:05 PM
He remembers their conversation beneath the stars, how she had opened up to him about her family and how she was raised. When he sees her, his chest tightens. He wonders now if he should have been honest with her, told her about his not too distant past and how it is still affecting him every day. She knows a side of Warrick – the side that he truly is, the side that he wants to be. But there is another side…less happy, less glowing. She hasn’t seen him on his bad days and he wonders to himself if that day would ever come, and how she would react. Warrick snorts softly. Part of him wanted to share his story with her (the bad parts included) but he could not stand to let her down.
Her voice is angelic against the dark, rough waters that scrape brutishly against the shoreline that appears gold beneath the sunset’s brilliant glow. The air of winter that touches everywhere else had brought heavy wind into Tephra, yet were clear and crisp once their currents touch its shores. Warrick cannot hide his happiness when he sees her; his eyes sparkle with knowing. Of course she would return to him. How silly of him to doubt the golden mare. Tang lets her muzzle linger on his own and he inhales deeply, attempting to sort through the many scents on her skin that she brought with her. He snorts softly, a smile on his cobalt lips as he brushes her forelock away from her face gently. “It’s so good to see you,” he murmurs quietly, his eyes tracing her lithe body for signs of trauma or bruising. There was none, of course, but he could not help the urge to check over her – just in case.
The Hills. Her question makes him tilt his head and he does his best to hide the slight hesitancy that falters across his face. He is still smiling, but the idea of her having gone somewhere foreign to her (and himself) on her own sets a sort of frown in his eyes. Ever the protector, he lets the thoughts slide easily from his mind (for she had returned to him safe and sound) and continues to idly play with the salted tendrils of her pale mane with his navy lips. “I haven’t,” he admits, his own forelock now cascading over his face as the wind picks up even more. “How was it? What’s it like there?” He asks sincerely, knowing that she would be able to tell him of her travels and adventures in such a way that would leave him wanting more.
She asks him how he’s doing and Warrick pulls away from her, drawing his head back and tightening his neck as he curves his chin to his chest. “I’m well, Tang.” The water now plays at their ankles, swirling and sucking the sand from beneath their weight as the tide changes. “It’s been dreadfully boring here with your absence.”
Her voice is angelic against the dark, rough waters that scrape brutishly against the shoreline that appears gold beneath the sunset’s brilliant glow. The air of winter that touches everywhere else had brought heavy wind into Tephra, yet were clear and crisp once their currents touch its shores. Warrick cannot hide his happiness when he sees her; his eyes sparkle with knowing. Of course she would return to him. How silly of him to doubt the golden mare. Tang lets her muzzle linger on his own and he inhales deeply, attempting to sort through the many scents on her skin that she brought with her. He snorts softly, a smile on his cobalt lips as he brushes her forelock away from her face gently. “It’s so good to see you,” he murmurs quietly, his eyes tracing her lithe body for signs of trauma or bruising. There was none, of course, but he could not help the urge to check over her – just in case.
The Hills. Her question makes him tilt his head and he does his best to hide the slight hesitancy that falters across his face. He is still smiling, but the idea of her having gone somewhere foreign to her (and himself) on her own sets a sort of frown in his eyes. Ever the protector, he lets the thoughts slide easily from his mind (for she had returned to him safe and sound) and continues to idly play with the salted tendrils of her pale mane with his navy lips. “I haven’t,” he admits, his own forelock now cascading over his face as the wind picks up even more. “How was it? What’s it like there?” He asks sincerely, knowing that she would be able to tell him of her travels and adventures in such a way that would leave him wanting more.
She asks him how he’s doing and Warrick pulls away from her, drawing his head back and tightening his neck as he curves his chin to his chest. “I’m well, Tang.” The water now plays at their ankles, swirling and sucking the sand from beneath their weight as the tide changes. “It’s been dreadfully boring here with your absence.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]