It takes her a minute to fully recognize the mangy creature before her. His coat was dirty but the right color. His scars were old and almost blended in with the dirt she saw on his body. It wasn’t until she saw his eyes that she really believed the two were the same horse. Taking a step in his direction, she sighed deeply, “Oh Tiberios”. All of the emotion she said she would keep under control swept over her like a tsunami. Her love burned as brightly as ever, the ember he lit in her breast rekindling at their meeting. Sadness followed hand in hand with her joy however. It physically pained her to see what he had let himself become. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how beloved he was? Not just by her, but their daughter, his father, all the people of the Dale would rejoice at his return.
She doesn’t hold back, quickly trotting to his side, pressing herself against him just to feel that he was in fact real. She draped her neck across his and rested her cheek against his withers pulling him into a warm embrace. Tears streak her gunmetal hide and a tremulous smile winds its way along her lips. She plants tender kisses against him , afraid that he will disappear again. Taking a step back, she once more appraises him, and feels rather sheepish for her display. “How have you been?” The question tumbles like a bad habit landing at her feet. Clearly he had not had it easy during his self imposed exile, but she was still afraid to pry any further. It was an awkward question, but far easier than what she really wanted to know. Why did you go?
shatter me
queen of the falls