like the sun swallowed up by the earth
He raises his brow in slight interest, though he is not surprised that another wades in the surf as well, awake and alive beneath the Tephran moonlight.The water is strangely calm tonight, and he watches as her body pushes through the ocean, splitting at her chest and rippling around her. The starlight illuminates the silver on her body even more, and with the moon that hangs full and low above her, she is a picturesque figure beneath the gaping, starry sky. He hopes she joins him, he hopes that she is a resident; his absence had been far too long and he truly missed greeting the new equines, learning their names and their history and their stories - oh, he hopes she will share with him. And he will share with her, he always will, if asked.
He smiles gently as her wading takes her straight towards him, pulling herself from the dark waters and onto the black shoreline. Water falls from her silvered body, running down her sides and legs in rivulets and quietly slopping into the wet sand before rejoining the soft waves that lap against the shore. He notices the unnatural gait, which piques his curiosity, and to show that he is welcome to her presence, he walks to meet her halfway, where his fetlocks now tickle from the warm waters’ kiss.
It is dark, but the full moon illuminates the duo and the world around them in a monochromatic glow. The severity of the deformed leg is hidden beneath darkness, but the shallow silver from the moon gives Warrick an idea that this stranger has quite the story to tell. He greets her with a quiet nicker, as if afraid to awaken the world around them with their voices.
“Not at night,” he admits with a deep chuckle, his voice robust and warm on the night breeze. He glances up at the brilliant constellations and galaxies that shine above them, a beautiful sight that is hidden during daylight, but reveals itself in the quietness of darkness. “I never miss the unveiling of the stars,” he says, returning his gaze to hers. The night is the only time he feels close to his family.
The cobalt of his wings shuffle gently against his auburn sides. “What brings you out so late? Besides not being able to sleep?”
Warrick
@[wound]