It moved her, that voice, metaphorically and literally towards the drag and expansion of the framework so distinctly serpentine into her form more vulnerable. But the grey of her eyes would refuse to bleed away from the yellowed eyes of the predator. Using the signatures of heat to guide the fluid steps down a foreign path, Tephra dissolved into the horizon at her back and towards the only one who’d spiked her fear and given her a taste of hope in the same span of a heartbeat.
The splash of alabaster and pale gold call her forward, as her vision shifts in turn. Time had passed, and where she’d once known a boy enlightened by the brilliance of a sunny day, she would now find the angular features of a young man grown. For as much as he’d changed, she had done little, save for the equid body his gaze would fall upon today. And if he would spare a harder glance, he’d recognize the brightness of intelligent eyes once seen before in a slender, banded guise.
“You” she starts then pauses, choking over both words and fathoming the possibility alike, “you had asked me before if I could have freedom for a little while, if I would take it.” That moment so deeply etched into her mind and tainting everything else since then replayed effortlessly behind her slitted eyes. “Do you remember?”