Over the months, Midnight has changed from the sweet boy she had stumbled upon on one of her many wanderings throughout her home to her closest companion, save her twin brother. She constantly seeks out his company and on the days where he does not come searching for her, she finds that her heart sinks just a little lower in her chest—her sage eyes finding their way to the horizon and watching it.
Today though is not one of those days and her heart leaps in her chest at the sound of his voice.
When she hearts the singing of her voice she smiles, the curve of her lip gentle and her eyes brightening. She wishes that she had her mother’s wings to carry her but she has no such thing. Instead she has to pick herself up from the grove where she had been standing and makes her way toward him, knowing that it would only take several minutes to find him if he was close enough for her to hear him in the first place.
Ultimately, she is correct in her assessment and before she knows, she can see the ivory and onyx of him. He has grown since the first time that they had met, but then again, so had she. Her mane was still short but it was beginning to lie down on the elegant curve of her neck and her face, although still rounded and sweet, was starting to lengthen—showing signs where it would be long and lovely like her mother’s.
“Midnight,” she exhales his name and finds the familiarity of it warms her chest. Her sage eyes find his own and she steps forward, embracing him with the same joy that she does every time—no matter how little has passed between their encounters. “I am so glad that you were able to make it today.”
as the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
@[midnight]