05-17-2017, 12:11 AM
Fine, he had said softly, but shortly, catching her slightly off guard. She was about to move away from him, under the impression that the light pressure of her shoulder against his was unwelcome before he nodded his consent and began to walk slowly over to the grotto of trees she had mentioned.Though she was slightly confused, Naira shook the life back into her cold, tired bones and fell into step beside Seriath, having to lengthen her strides to even come close to matching his.
He offered her only yet another curt answer at her question, and the mare dropped her eyes to the ground, “I apologize, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said quietly, her soft voice drowned out nearly entirely by the gusting wind. She kept her eyes off of his for a moment, determined to not annoy him any more that she seemingly already had, however it wasn’t long before her mind lost the battle with her heart and she flicked her gentle brown eyes to his cool grey once more. The somewhat sheepish and sincere smile that touched upon his lips infected her own, and before she knew it she was smiling like a fool.
She sucked in a breath as he spoke of the child that he had lost, his own, perhaps? But this train of thought was quickly derailed at his next words.
He thought she was pretty?
A rosy blush kissed her cheeks. Dammit Naira, she thought to herself, don’t be such a mare. This mental self admonishment however did nothing to stop the blush from spreading. She had never had this reaction to being called pretty before, and why it was happening now she didn’t know.
She cleared her throat, trying desperately to grasp onto the final threads of what seemed to be an important thought for him to share. From the words her busy mind was able to process, she caught on to his nonverbal meaning; the child had been unable to be tracked with all of the mingling scents of the other horses around Beqanna. His forced confidence betrayed just how worried he was, something that bothered Naira, though she didn’t quite know why. She paused briefly and touched her nose to his dark neck, hoping to somehow comfort him, “Truly, I’m sure she is fine. Though there are some less than friendly people in Beqanna, I sincerely doubt anyone would harm a child without quite a bit of provocation,” she provided a tentative smile, wanting desperately to alleviate some of the worry and tension h his eyes and in his broad shoulders.
They walked in silence for a while, every now and then a sideways step causing one of them to bump into the other. It was strange for her; no longer being alone of afraid of every twig that snapped or every bush that rustled. And she had to admit, she didn’t mind the comfort, both physical and mental, that the stallion provided for her. It was as though the silence paired with their proximity made him too uncomfortable to let slide, and Seriath was soon filling the void with casual conversation.
She see-sawed her golden head back and forth, “Well…yes and no. I wasn’t born here, but I came when I was about four. I had a home here, for a while, but it wasn’t enough and I left. And when I returned a short while ago, well, I already told you, things were different. My old home was gone. I had nowhere to go.”
She smiled gently, hoping to reassure him that this subject was not a sore one for her and didn’t need to be danced around. They reached the cropping of trees, and she stretched once, elongating her back and hearing her spine pop as she did. Another smile touched her lips, “So, do you want to take shifts sleeping on the outside? Or I can for the night, I really don’t mind,” she stated happily. After all, even having his body heat was more than she ever could have hoped for going into this evening. She yawned widely, suddenly very ready for sleep as a bone tired weariness took over her. She folded her long legs beneath her, laying so that Seriath had space between her and the trunk of the largest tree. This was, after all, her idea. He shouldn’t be expected to sleep with his back against the unforgiving winter air. “Maybe in the morning,” she said around peppered yawns, “We can go look for this filly of yours,” she offered, smiling sleepily as the image of the stallion became smaller and smaller through the slits of her drooping eyelids.
He offered her only yet another curt answer at her question, and the mare dropped her eyes to the ground, “I apologize, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said quietly, her soft voice drowned out nearly entirely by the gusting wind. She kept her eyes off of his for a moment, determined to not annoy him any more that she seemingly already had, however it wasn’t long before her mind lost the battle with her heart and she flicked her gentle brown eyes to his cool grey once more. The somewhat sheepish and sincere smile that touched upon his lips infected her own, and before she knew it she was smiling like a fool.
She sucked in a breath as he spoke of the child that he had lost, his own, perhaps? But this train of thought was quickly derailed at his next words.
He thought she was pretty?
A rosy blush kissed her cheeks. Dammit Naira, she thought to herself, don’t be such a mare. This mental self admonishment however did nothing to stop the blush from spreading. She had never had this reaction to being called pretty before, and why it was happening now she didn’t know.
She cleared her throat, trying desperately to grasp onto the final threads of what seemed to be an important thought for him to share. From the words her busy mind was able to process, she caught on to his nonverbal meaning; the child had been unable to be tracked with all of the mingling scents of the other horses around Beqanna. His forced confidence betrayed just how worried he was, something that bothered Naira, though she didn’t quite know why. She paused briefly and touched her nose to his dark neck, hoping to somehow comfort him, “Truly, I’m sure she is fine. Though there are some less than friendly people in Beqanna, I sincerely doubt anyone would harm a child without quite a bit of provocation,” she provided a tentative smile, wanting desperately to alleviate some of the worry and tension h his eyes and in his broad shoulders.
They walked in silence for a while, every now and then a sideways step causing one of them to bump into the other. It was strange for her; no longer being alone of afraid of every twig that snapped or every bush that rustled. And she had to admit, she didn’t mind the comfort, both physical and mental, that the stallion provided for her. It was as though the silence paired with their proximity made him too uncomfortable to let slide, and Seriath was soon filling the void with casual conversation.
She see-sawed her golden head back and forth, “Well…yes and no. I wasn’t born here, but I came when I was about four. I had a home here, for a while, but it wasn’t enough and I left. And when I returned a short while ago, well, I already told you, things were different. My old home was gone. I had nowhere to go.”
She smiled gently, hoping to reassure him that this subject was not a sore one for her and didn’t need to be danced around. They reached the cropping of trees, and she stretched once, elongating her back and hearing her spine pop as she did. Another smile touched her lips, “So, do you want to take shifts sleeping on the outside? Or I can for the night, I really don’t mind,” she stated happily. After all, even having his body heat was more than she ever could have hoped for going into this evening. She yawned widely, suddenly very ready for sleep as a bone tired weariness took over her. She folded her long legs beneath her, laying so that Seriath had space between her and the trunk of the largest tree. This was, after all, her idea. He shouldn’t be expected to sleep with his back against the unforgiving winter air. “Maybe in the morning,” she said around peppered yawns, “We can go look for this filly of yours,” she offered, smiling sleepily as the image of the stallion became smaller and smaller through the slits of her drooping eyelids.
naira
we'll be dancing in the kitchen in the pale moonlight