09-05-2016, 08:50 PM
She is comfortingly solid beneath her, and Kreios is reluctant to let her pull away. He does though, because to keep her against her will for his own comfort would never occur to the pale stallion.
Contrary to the thoughts running through her mind, Kreios does not blame her for leaving. He has left many things during his lifetime, enough to know that what is important is not the leaving, but rather the returning. Lucrezia has returned, and that is more important than that she had ever left.
"I'm good, I'm good," he says, but his dark eyes are roving over the sabino mare, looking for any signs of injury on her body of limbs, hoping that she is as whole as most of them seem to be upon waking up. He returns her brown gaze with his own warm eyes, smiling despite the other concerns that he holds in the back of my mind.
"And you? Are you alright? Did you wake up on the mountain too?"
Contrary to the thoughts running through her mind, Kreios does not blame her for leaving. He has left many things during his lifetime, enough to know that what is important is not the leaving, but rather the returning. Lucrezia has returned, and that is more important than that she had ever left.
"I'm good, I'm good," he says, but his dark eyes are roving over the sabino mare, looking for any signs of injury on her body of limbs, hoping that she is as whole as most of them seem to be upon waking up. He returns her brown gaze with his own warm eyes, smiling despite the other concerns that he holds in the back of my mind.
"And you? Are you alright? Did you wake up on the mountain too?"