06-08-2017, 08:13 PM
the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky
Spark observes how he nearly flinches the moment her gaze finds his scars. Scars not sickening to her, but badges of honor and courage - stories in the skin that attest to the character of the stallion or mare before her, and in this case, the stallion that is uncertain of how she’ll react to them. She reacts as she does, redirecting her gaze back to his face and away from the fine silver tales of what she must think can only be something terrible and back to those grass-green eyes of his. His eyes intrigue her as much as his scars do, set deep in the fine chocolate of his face but still nothing like her Giver, with his stars glowing around his head.
He repeats her name and her ears come forward to hear him offer his name to her right after that. Her keen hearing does not miss the hesitation, slight as it may be, in the offering of his name and she can only think of it as that - an offering, because he seemed almost afraid to tell her who he was. Spark can understand, names are sacred as much as blood and breath are to some. Her smiles grows softer, to counteract the now fiery burr that is her voice as she echoes his name, “Krigare.” It is foreign and strange on her tongue, but probably no stranger than he must think her own name is (as if somehow, her mother knew long ago when naming her daughter just how apt that name would prove to be).
“I’m guessing you’re not from around here…”
She’s blunt, never used to be but she’s changed - the fire did that to her, as her mismatched eyes roam beyond the chocolate slope of his shoulder to the field beyond them. “If you were, you’d probably have chosen to visit the meadow instead unless you’re looking for somewhere to call home.” Her eyes come back to him, refocusing on his face and the flurry of emotion that flits across it like shadows chasing themselves tooth to tail. He doesn’t smell like the any of the lands here, not that she can account for having smelled even half of them but he smells like she used to, of dust and travel and sometimes, herd.
“What are you looking for?”
Because they all have to be looking for something, right?Spark