09-14-2017, 08:03 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He watches the translucent lake beneath the setting sun, the bare limbs of his wisteria tree stretching out over his golden frame. Tangerine is at his side for the first time in nearly a year; her absence had been apparent and he'd thought of her often, but there had been a good reason for the time she'd spent in Tephra. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed her in her absence though, and tonight as they stand in the dusk, the comfort of her company lifts his spirits and calms his worry.
The King's amber gaze turns from the peaceful surface of the lake to search the painted mare's face. He'd seen something new on it, an expression he hadn't recognized, when she'd first found her way to the lake and had been greeted by Ciri. He'd spent the afternoon mulling over it, not wanting to bring up anything in front of the smokey black mare who'd arrived suddenly within Hyaline weeks ago, that she wouldn't want to share. He thinks he's finally placed it, though, as he gives his first friend a kind and tentative smile.
"Tell me what's wrong, mahal," he says softly, "You seemed troubled earlier."
Amet will always see Tang as a free spirit, no matter how long she decides to stay within Hyaline or Tephra. He wonders if maybe she is beginning to feel trapped, as if she has spent too much time in Beqanna without seeing something new. He wonders if she will admit it, or if she'll feel that she can't because it might sound like she's ungrateful for her children. His lips turn downward, frowning slightly as he awaits her response.
"I hope you know you can still tell me anything."
Amet
@[Tangerine]