12-26-2018, 12:36 PM
The evening is bright and beautiful as they walk together side-by-side across a bridge lit somehow from within. She has never seen anything quite like it, finds she cannot name the materials they used to construct such a thing. But it is magnificent nonetheless, boasting of a quiet kind of strength hidden beneath the beauty of the twinkling, flickering lights it wears like a skin.
Impossibly, the world beyond it is even more beautiful. The beach is still soft, white sand, warm and shifting beneath her hooves, lit with lanterns of soft light made to resemble captured stars. Beyond it though, where sand should become grass, emerald and green and rich, there is only the endless, unmarred white of freshly fallen snow. Ice sculptures leap in moments of frozen merriment from beneath trees, fashioned after animals of all kind, and there are small rabbit-like shapes that race between the trees in a flurry of snow while laughing children race after them.
“Was that made of snow?” She asks softly, bewildered, watching the snow-rabbit and the children race past not too far ahead of them.
She pauses beside her golden companion, touches her nose to his shoulder with a soft, hesitant breath. There is some small amount of worry on her face as she looks around at those who have already come, looks back behind them at the bridge to those that are still yet to show. In everything, she has always been careful to try and seclude herself, wall off the wandering of her listening mind from those who would prefer not to be heard. It means that she is unfamiliar to events of this magnitude, gatherings this large.
And loud.
But when those wild brown eyes lift to search the quiet, kind face of Magnus beside her, she finds that some of the worry eases, some of the fear fades. Her breathing trips, catching a beat in her chest as she tenses her jaw to mute the reflexive smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth when he looks back at her like that, reaches out to press his lips to the crest of her neck. She leans into him, smiling now but softly, a new warmth heating in the backs of her eyes. “Are you sure you aren’t the one who can read minds, Magnus?” So murmurous, smiling more openly now, though it is still something delicate and gentle, only just barely touching the corners of her dark eyes.
Certainly just for him.
“I’m nervous, I think.” She admits quietly after a moment, her dark brow knitted and furrowed beneath the tangles of a dark forelock. “I’ve spent my whole life avoiding situations like this. Crowds, large gatherings.” A life of not being enough, of feeling like not enough. But it’s different here with him, with his patience and his understanding. It doesn’t feel like playing a part for the sake of appearances, filling a necessary role. It feels like he wants to be here with her, for her. Like he’d asked for no other reason than that. She softens again, reaches out to touch her lips to the curve of his jaw, press a kiss there so lightly he might not even recognize it. “Shall we?” Soft, nodding her head lightly in the direction of the festival.
Impossibly, the world beyond it is even more beautiful. The beach is still soft, white sand, warm and shifting beneath her hooves, lit with lanterns of soft light made to resemble captured stars. Beyond it though, where sand should become grass, emerald and green and rich, there is only the endless, unmarred white of freshly fallen snow. Ice sculptures leap in moments of frozen merriment from beneath trees, fashioned after animals of all kind, and there are small rabbit-like shapes that race between the trees in a flurry of snow while laughing children race after them.
“Was that made of snow?” She asks softly, bewildered, watching the snow-rabbit and the children race past not too far ahead of them.
She pauses beside her golden companion, touches her nose to his shoulder with a soft, hesitant breath. There is some small amount of worry on her face as she looks around at those who have already come, looks back behind them at the bridge to those that are still yet to show. In everything, she has always been careful to try and seclude herself, wall off the wandering of her listening mind from those who would prefer not to be heard. It means that she is unfamiliar to events of this magnitude, gatherings this large.
And loud.
But when those wild brown eyes lift to search the quiet, kind face of Magnus beside her, she finds that some of the worry eases, some of the fear fades. Her breathing trips, catching a beat in her chest as she tenses her jaw to mute the reflexive smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth when he looks back at her like that, reaches out to press his lips to the crest of her neck. She leans into him, smiling now but softly, a new warmth heating in the backs of her eyes. “Are you sure you aren’t the one who can read minds, Magnus?” So murmurous, smiling more openly now, though it is still something delicate and gentle, only just barely touching the corners of her dark eyes.
Certainly just for him.
“I’m nervous, I think.” She admits quietly after a moment, her dark brow knitted and furrowed beneath the tangles of a dark forelock. “I’ve spent my whole life avoiding situations like this. Crowds, large gatherings.” A life of not being enough, of feeling like not enough. But it’s different here with him, with his patience and his understanding. It doesn’t feel like playing a part for the sake of appearances, filling a necessary role. It feels like he wants to be here with her, for her. Like he’d asked for no other reason than that. She softens again, reaches out to touch her lips to the curve of his jaw, press a kiss there so lightly he might not even recognize it. “Shall we?” Soft, nodding her head lightly in the direction of the festival.