03-05-2018, 11:47 AM
What makes a home? A welcoming. The reverse of a goodbye. A hello. Something that told you there is warmth in a place, something that bids you to draw nearer. Something that may not have reason but instead calls to your instincts. Tephra, Saedís knew, held many things. Perhaps a haven for her erratic tendencies? Amorette is a study in sun-bright smiles and candid kindness and Saedís finds herself as at home with her as she does the Tephran shores.
Saedís observed; in her eyes, there was knowing – an almost eerie connection to this stranger-mare as she spoke soft unmistakable words. Her voice fell like honey in Saedís ears, soft and pungent, and Saedís offers her own pale nose in greeting – breathing in the essence that is Amorette – all cinnamon and spice, sugarcane and amaranth. Saedís thinks that the other is beautiful; poets would call her heartbreaking, but to the dreamers she was romantic. Saedís, pure-hearted and innocent and bereft of the confines of personal space and integrity lets her nose touch Amorettes, a small sign of friendship and affinity she has no real reason to feel but does anyway.
”Amorette” she smiles then; all birdsong and sea-spray. ”It suits you”
It was awhile then before she turned to answer the second question; it took her some time to gather her thoughts from the mountaintops and the stars – the nooks and crannies of which she had wandered in her solitude. And when she does reply, she is not looking at Amorette’s eye but rather inside; perhaps contemplating that the others’ eye be the doorway to her mind.
”I could not have wished for a better home. And what of you Amorette, how is Tephra treating you? I assume you have been here quite some time – tell me, please, of her secrets. What made you come here in the first place?” Saedís lilting voice treads upon the winds not to dance but tiptoe to her ear. There is unbridled curiosity in her eye; a thought, a dream, a whimsical ideal that the two mares share and are the same.
@[Amorette]