My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see; Iset

[Iset]

Iset

goddamn right
you should be scared of me

He watches her in a way that no one ever has before; curiosity and admiration tangle with something she can’t quite recognize. He turns sharply, that ever-happy golden gaze fixed solidly on her as its accompanying warmth slides languidly over her body. The tree he commanded to form before them stands proudly and chills the air around them, but the heat that pulses in their own little bubble warms her skin and brings a rosy blush to her cheeks. 

She knows that the destruction she caused hasn’t gone away permanently; it has merely been hidden by the pure blanket of snow and ice that stretches out upon the ground. However, it brings her some measure of peace to know that the results of her stupidity and naivety would be temporarily hidden from sight. 

His eyes lose some of their jolly mirth as they are trained on hers, yet they don’t become sad: merely more thoughtful than before. His focus switches between her and his creation once more before his gaze steadies and holds her in its grasp. At a loss for words for the first time she could remember, her mumbled, “Thank you,” took more effort to produce that her wordiest of arguments with Him or her her brothers. His next comment has her girlish blush intensifying, though she can’t quite figure out why. She had always fielded the attractions of the colts and stallions around her, but none had made her react in quite this way: the pace of her heart quickened slightly and her golden body seemed to be heating from the inside out. 

He propositions her then for her company, suggesting they travel to a place she had heard of in passing yet had not traveled to. Of course, there hadn’t been many places in Beqanna to which she had traveled, so this was not a surprise. Determined to pull the upper hand in regards to their conversation, she injects as much tired haughtiness as she can into her tone. “I suppose,” she says on a sigh, “That you could tag along, Rusty.”

She wasn’t ready to let her guard slip with this one quite yet; he seemed kind enough, and charming, but Iset’s thorny disposition wouldn’t allow her walls to crumble that easily. She side-stepped out of the way, giving him room to sidle up beside her. Though she in no way knew how to get to Tephra, her ample pride would not allow her to be led by Rusty here (or anyone for that matter), so she instead silently directed that the two would walk side by side as long as the width of the mountain path would accommodate them. 

“Let’s get moving. It still gets pretty cold here at night.” And with that, she started a slow pace, waiting for him to fall into step beside her before she could stretch out her legs and truly put her past behind her.