12-21-2017, 07:22 PM
Oh Darling, let’s be adventurers
The grey mare thought seeing things when a large shadow crossed her path in the bright summer sun. Hazel eyes tracked the darkened spot as it moved across the ground and then as its size and shapeshifted as the object above descended. The grey mare was awestruck as her daydream manifested before her. To say she wanted to flock to his side and ask him a million questions was an understatement. But at the same time, she was instantly nervous and bashful to confront someone that she instantly was fascinated with. Like meeting a celebrity but all you are able to do is smile and cover your face, if not for the admiration, but for the fact that they are usually attractive. This gray stallion was no different, he was intriguing and attractive, it was hard for the young mare not to stare. She watched as he landed his legs, ears, and mouth faded to black and his sided specked with dapples much like her own. She continued she walk, trying to avoid staring at his wings, his muscles, the way the water dripped of his haunches. Waxwing was young and inexperienced, but it didn’t mean she didn’t have eyes or instincts. Anyway, she saw him splash himself with water from the creek and his look of self-annoyance. The way he held out his impressive wings is if their dampness was almost repugnant to him made the young grey mare stifle a laugh.
She dared not stop, dared not speak as she passed, she would surely make a fool of herself. But oh how she wanted to, and the envy was visible as she passed him up. Her darkened legs carried her onward, and sheer power of will kept her hazel eyes from looking back. Had she done so she would have seen him looking, seen the look of interest take over his once disgruntled features. But it didn’t matter as moments later she heard his large feet fall behind her, and soon his frame was beside her. His draft infused frame hovering over her own average size as he sidled up to her, mouth half open in hesitation. ”Ma’am fell huskily from him but then nothing more. She stops walking momentarily and looks about her, there must have been someone else to whom he wished to speak to. But a quick scan brought the realization that there was only the two of them. In the immediate vicinity. Waxwing quickly got back to walking alongside him before her soft voice fell when her head reached his shoulder once more, ”s-sir? She hesitated not sure what else to say, there wasn’t much context to build from ‘ma’am,’ but she couldn’t help but try. This was the same stallion with the outstretched wings that soared through the sky moments before after all. ”Have we met before?...I’m not so sure we have, I’m Waxwing.”
There they were, two dappled grey horses walking together, one landlocked, one free to take the skies. Waxwing eyed his wings that were now tucked against his barrel, and she imagined herself with wings. Her envy was palpable within her chest, and without realizing it her internal thoughts became external words muttered softly from her dark grey lips, So unfair… The sky gave no notice, and nor did the brilliant blue sky with its marshmallow clouds. But the embarrassment was all too real and surely was noticed by her new companion. But there was no going back, she would just have to hope he didn’t hear or didn’t get offended or something. She sighed lightly, and looked at the stallion yet to be named, and awaited his reply.
Waxwing
OOC: your words were lovely. these words are awk. still figuring her out too. so we can figure them out together
