06-22-2017, 08:40 PM
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
She is, at times, still nervous around him. Can he blame her? One moment, he is scratching his back on the birch and the next, she’s scratching his back for him. It is companionable but odd, because it is not his sister or his mother, or that one from long ago. At least, it seemed like long ago to him…
“But now I’m back, and I’m about as interesting as that tree limb over there.” he laughed to lighten the mood.
He made no further attempt to apologize or explain his strange behavior; might even have attributed it to hormones and instinct, or some combination thereof. Spear could not explain it if he tried, he was not usually like this but he seesawed between one extreme to the next and could not fathom why. He managed to rein himself in before she bumped his nose back and gave him a smile.
She moved closer to him and he gave her his undivided attention save for one ear that kept listening to the noise about them. He was a stallion in the company of a mare in a season that demands they act on instinct not sense, and he resists, acting on sense instead and knows, that dangers still lurk. She said her life was not interesting but she had seen as much of their world as he had, perhaps even more and remaining with her mother said a lot about her character that he found rather admirable.
“I doubt Tephra would turn you away. In fact, I’m almost sure we wouldn’t.” He flashes her a grin, having thrown in that ‘we’ to allude to the fact that he was from Tephra and there was no doubt in his mind that they’d never allow her dam and her to stay there. His father seemed not the sort to turn any away, and he’d never seen them turn someone from the island and her isolation. “That was rather informative,” he mentions, grinning back at her as he notices that she has taken a decidedly cheeky turn herself.
“Not much to tell either; I have a twin sister and my father helped found Tephra and is now it’s King again. I’ve seen some of Beqanna, but nowhere near as much as you have I’m sure.” He tilts his head to the side, a queer expression on his face as he looks at Siba than beyond her to the meadow darkening at the edges. “I’ve seen more of a place far from here, where the grass stretched from horizon to horizon. It was just grass and sky, and some horses but you could go days without seeing another like yourself. I got the sense that it was very nomadic but very lonely and I only came back because I missed my sister. We were separated at that point in time,” he mutters, his face darkening for a moment.
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