10-03-2019, 10:01 AM
O l v e r
He dipped his head with a chivalrous smile as she began to walk away talking lightly to him over her shoulder. Who would I tell anyways? he chuckled adding humor to his situation. His mossy green eyes watched her as she continued to walk. He trailed behind her for just a moment, appreciating this night in solidarity for a slow, peaceful moment. As he took his spot beside her once more, his shoulder touching hers briefly in a tender moment. I pray that the leaves return every spring. he said stepping softly into the winter's blanket beneath them.
He remembered a winter long ago that had seemed to last for ages. The air was bitter and the ground was hard and frozen beneath their feet. Many had fallen victim to the winter that year, the cold sinking deep into their bones, the earth claiming back what was theirs... eventually. He remembered the mothers who paced anxiously across the borders to warmer lands so that they could give birth and their young would survive, but not all. For the winter's cold fingers did not let even the warm lands go untouched. He himself had had a close call with winters greedy hands that year. He was someplace much like this, with large open skies. It had been a crystal clear night following the heaviest snowfall yet, that he stood in that field, body weak and trembling hoping on a prayer that the leaves would come back and the sun would be forgiving.
He passed out in that field that night, but when he awoke his heart nearly melted into the soft snowy cushion around him. For the first time in what had felt like forever - though he was just a colt so time moved differently - the sun pushed through the chill of winter, its golden fingers brushing through his forelock pulling him from the cold black abyss he had fallen, welcoming him to the tender touch of spring. Leaves would once again find their place among the trees.
How many spring have you been able to enjoy here in Beqanna? he asked curiously. Lilliana had always smelled of more than one place since the moment he had met her, but he would hate to be rude to assume that she had been here all her life and was simply a nomad for her entirety, like himself.
He remembered a winter long ago that had seemed to last for ages. The air was bitter and the ground was hard and frozen beneath their feet. Many had fallen victim to the winter that year, the cold sinking deep into their bones, the earth claiming back what was theirs... eventually. He remembered the mothers who paced anxiously across the borders to warmer lands so that they could give birth and their young would survive, but not all. For the winter's cold fingers did not let even the warm lands go untouched. He himself had had a close call with winters greedy hands that year. He was someplace much like this, with large open skies. It had been a crystal clear night following the heaviest snowfall yet, that he stood in that field, body weak and trembling hoping on a prayer that the leaves would come back and the sun would be forgiving.
He passed out in that field that night, but when he awoke his heart nearly melted into the soft snowy cushion around him. For the first time in what had felt like forever - though he was just a colt so time moved differently - the sun pushed through the chill of winter, its golden fingers brushing through his forelock pulling him from the cold black abyss he had fallen, welcoming him to the tender touch of spring. Leaves would once again find their place among the trees.
How many spring have you been able to enjoy here in Beqanna? he asked curiously. Lilliana had always smelled of more than one place since the moment he had met her, but he would hate to be rude to assume that she had been here all her life and was simply a nomad for her entirety, like himself.
a fool is known by his speech;
a wise man by his silence
a wise man by his silence
@[lilliana]
