01-06-2018, 11:27 AM
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
He is enthralled with her magic, his eyes tracing the movement of the one she had sent into the sky, to join the stars that had begun to peek out from behind the cloak of daylight. The sun’s descent is almost finished, the horizon before them painted with oranges and pinks of dusk, allowing the allure of the evening sky to expand above them. She likes that he enjoys her stars, and a shy smile alights on the softness of her muzzle. An autumn chill of wind greets them, causing her lights to waver in the breeze, and a shiver to spiral along her spine. It is just at this moment that he draws her in, draping his strong neck around her in an embrace that is both protective and warm, and she curls herself into it, sighing contentedly.
“Lantern fish?” she repeats quietly, her dark eyes flickering to the unique scales that decorate every inch of his muscled hide. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of those in the river. They look like my stars?” He’s made her curious, his talk of an underwater creature that she isn’t sure she’s ever heard of before, and she quietly wonders how he has come to find what they are himself. “Can you show me them?” she asks him thoughtfully, murmuring into his skin, enjoying the way her voice is muffled against his shining black and ivory scales. She has no idea her request is outrageous, or that the fish resides in the deepest and blackest parts of the ocean, or that Ivar could grant her this request if she truly wished it.
His stoicism is attractive, she decides. He is sturdy and unwavering, a pillar of strength for an otherwise frail and mild woman. She feels safe and cared for (a notion that she did not realize she truly craved), and sees no reason as to why she wouldn’t stay here in Loess with him. He is beautiful, and so is his country. “I love company,” she assures him, and she speaks truthfully (she feels as if she couldn’t lie around Ivar even if she wanted to). If Ivar found herself suitable for his home, then she rests assured that he would only choose others like her, and a trill of a flutter in her chest lets her know that she is more than happy to meet the others.
Perhaps there is a sense of family here, she thinks. Perhaps she would never have to return to the forest.
“I think - I think I’d like it here, Ivar. If you’d want me to stay.”
“Lantern fish?” she repeats quietly, her dark eyes flickering to the unique scales that decorate every inch of his muscled hide. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of those in the river. They look like my stars?” He’s made her curious, his talk of an underwater creature that she isn’t sure she’s ever heard of before, and she quietly wonders how he has come to find what they are himself. “Can you show me them?” she asks him thoughtfully, murmuring into his skin, enjoying the way her voice is muffled against his shining black and ivory scales. She has no idea her request is outrageous, or that the fish resides in the deepest and blackest parts of the ocean, or that Ivar could grant her this request if she truly wished it.
His stoicism is attractive, she decides. He is sturdy and unwavering, a pillar of strength for an otherwise frail and mild woman. She feels safe and cared for (a notion that she did not realize she truly craved), and sees no reason as to why she wouldn’t stay here in Loess with him. He is beautiful, and so is his country. “I love company,” she assures him, and she speaks truthfully (she feels as if she couldn’t lie around Ivar even if she wanted to). If Ivar found herself suitable for his home, then she rests assured that he would only choose others like her, and a trill of a flutter in her chest lets her know that she is more than happy to meet the others.
Perhaps there is a sense of family here, she thinks. Perhaps she would never have to return to the forest.
“I think - I think I’d like it here, Ivar. If you’d want me to stay.”
@[Ivar]