Ruhr
03-21-2024, 09:46 PM
Though he knows her face well, it is clear from the pied mare’s expression that she had not been expecting to see him at all.
That is often the way of the Moon, Ruhr has learned, to bless him alone with Her foresight and knowledge.
Demi, as she introduces herself, seems startled, but not especially wary. Ruhr returns her smile, and leans his weight to his left side, a move that both relieves the ache of his right leg and gives the impression of casual repose. He is not a threat, the gesture confirms.
When her attention is drawn by a sparrow, the feathered stallion gives the bird a quick glance, then returns his attention to Demi. She remains enamored with the little bird, and he takes in the bright blaze across her face, and the smattering of red spots along her rump. That is what had caught his attention in the vision, he remembers, the whirls and dots reminiscent of the pattern of the Moon.
Had that been why the Moon had shown this mare to him, he wonders, just so that he might see the myriad of ways that Her face exists in the world? Or is there more to it, to her? The vision had been a short one, just this meeting, and the moment he’d approached her, Ruhr had stepped into a future that he’d not yet been shown.
Ruhr’s gaze returns to Demi’s jewel-toned eyes just before she remembers him, and to her apology he responds with a faint and slightly puzzled smile and a question. “New to what, exactly?”
@Demi
That is often the way of the Moon, Ruhr has learned, to bless him alone with Her foresight and knowledge.
Demi, as she introduces herself, seems startled, but not especially wary. Ruhr returns her smile, and leans his weight to his left side, a move that both relieves the ache of his right leg and gives the impression of casual repose. He is not a threat, the gesture confirms.
When her attention is drawn by a sparrow, the feathered stallion gives the bird a quick glance, then returns his attention to Demi. She remains enamored with the little bird, and he takes in the bright blaze across her face, and the smattering of red spots along her rump. That is what had caught his attention in the vision, he remembers, the whirls and dots reminiscent of the pattern of the Moon.
Had that been why the Moon had shown this mare to him, he wonders, just so that he might see the myriad of ways that Her face exists in the world? Or is there more to it, to her? The vision had been a short one, just this meeting, and the moment he’d approached her, Ruhr had stepped into a future that he’d not yet been shown.
Ruhr’s gaze returns to Demi’s jewel-toned eyes just before she remembers him, and to her apology he responds with a faint and slightly puzzled smile and a question. “New to what, exactly?”
@Demi