04-27-2018, 07:24 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
She had told him that a meeting would be taking place, one that she planned on hosting, and asked him if his willow could be used as the meeting place. He had, of course, obliged (because it is Kagerus, and though their ‘friend’ship had started out spectacularly strange, he rather enjoyed the woman). She hadn’t asked him to attend, or if he was interested in doing so, but he would never take offense anyways, so he hadn’t mind that she hadn’t asked. He is meant for wild nights beneath the moon and for sunrises that burn the atmosphere - he is not surprised that he is not the first she thinks of.
Svedka grins. Her voice resounds throughout the valley, and though he knows what it is for, he begins to move towards his willow anyway - interested genuinely, of course, but also curious to see Kagerus’ reaction at his arrival.
She is beneath the willow - her dark and ivory body shadowed beneath the softly swaying vines of green. So much had happened here, beneath these branches, and as he moves them from his eyesight with a gentle push of his grinning mouth, he remembers the evening fondly. He knows his smile would unnerve her, but he cannot help the easy way his lips curl when he pushes through the branches and joins the group. He notices the daisy - out of place yet vibrant and beautiful - nosing it tenderly with a bump of his muzzle before allowing his cerulean gaze to sweep to hers, laughter and joy in his eyes.
“I am Svedka,” he begins, pulling his gaze slowly from Kagerus to meet those of the horses around him, his voice cool and light. “The Heart.” He does not state why is here - if that is required, he will. He has never been one for violence or fighting (not when love-making could be a first option), but his bond to Solace creates a sort of instilled duty within him to protect her. The now-healed scars on her withers spurred in him, and he knows if he is ever not able to defend her, he could never live with himself.
These thoughts do not show outwardly on the milk-and-honey stallion. He still smirks lazily, his eyes slowly turning back to Kagerus - the General.
Svedka grins. Her voice resounds throughout the valley, and though he knows what it is for, he begins to move towards his willow anyway - interested genuinely, of course, but also curious to see Kagerus’ reaction at his arrival.
She is beneath the willow - her dark and ivory body shadowed beneath the softly swaying vines of green. So much had happened here, beneath these branches, and as he moves them from his eyesight with a gentle push of his grinning mouth, he remembers the evening fondly. He knows his smile would unnerve her, but he cannot help the easy way his lips curl when he pushes through the branches and joins the group. He notices the daisy - out of place yet vibrant and beautiful - nosing it tenderly with a bump of his muzzle before allowing his cerulean gaze to sweep to hers, laughter and joy in his eyes.
“I am Svedka,” he begins, pulling his gaze slowly from Kagerus to meet those of the horses around him, his voice cool and light. “The Heart.” He does not state why is here - if that is required, he will. He has never been one for violence or fighting (not when love-making could be a first option), but his bond to Solace creates a sort of instilled duty within him to protect her. The now-healed scars on her withers spurred in him, and he knows if he is ever not able to defend her, he could never live with himself.
These thoughts do not show outwardly on the milk-and-honey stallion. He still smirks lazily, his eyes slowly turning back to Kagerus - the General.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]