curiouser and curiouser (OPEN)

[Warlight]

Among the Hyaline's summits, Warlight wanders. The day is clear and from this vantage point, she can see for miles. It is easy for the yearling to lose track of time as scurries like a mountain goat over boulders and across narrow ridge paths - with the sun on her back and the crisp wind in her face, her heart resounds in harmony with the rugged landscape. She is home. 

After the harsh winter of brittle grass and snowdrifts taller than the studs of antlers on her crown, spring was luxurious. The bluegrass along the lakeshore cushioned her falls, the wisteria blossoms dotted her dark mane, and journeys up and down the mountains could be made in half the time. 

And her legs had been still for too long.

She sees him (how could she not!)  as he leave the Riverlands behind, his pale coat like a beacon on a field of dark emerald. He crosses the foothills with hesitation, and she charges down the mountainside with the speed of a falcon.

Sun-burnt lips smile at him as she nears, confident and comfortable, and dark, sapphire yes drift across his figure. "I'm Will," she says instead of what her mothers' had told her to say to a stranger, "What are you waiting for?" 

An honest question, and an attempt to bring him closer.

Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam