Ciri
He is large despite his youth. A mass of bay muscles… and flames. She had been too preoccupied to fully let her eyes register his looks. The flaming mane and tail. Her soft "oh" fades into silence as she stares at him. As he wades into the lake, as if he knows it but she knows she’s never seen him here before. And then there’s a flicker of remembrance as her gaze ticks to the wisteria tree along the shore protectively. She had wanted to bring it back for him, restore it after it had been burned down… Burned… Down.
Despite the heaviness in her heart and the destruction between them, it doesn’t change the fierce love and protection she still feels for him. What does Amet love most of all? Hyaline. And if it was taken from him, burned again, it would destroy him. He was always the protector…. This time…(even if he did not know it) … She would try to protect him and that he loved most.
The stallion is literally burning and he is a stranger. While she hates to assume, the twisting in her gut to help Amet is stronger then her need to appear polite. Tossing her head slightly, she moves closer to where he stands in the shallows. Catching her reflection, the ugly line along her cheek raw and pink, making her wince slightly with painful memories.
”What are you here for then...?” Her words slow and flat, cautious yet demanding. A razor sharp edge under the layer of subtle accusation. Wariness in the swirling silver as she casts her gaze quickly to the sky, noting that dusk would soon fall. Soon she could access the stars. Until then she must keep him distracted, keep him in the water where perhaps he would not be able to cause any damage.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Levi]