with the birds i'll share this lonely view | svedka

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

It is difficult to feel anything less than joyful near the golden stallion and his laughing eyes. Even the flippancy with which he treats his beloved responsibility (Pteron loves the weight of it, the sense of direction it gives him) does not dim the smile that is reflected on Pteron’s face. The weight that the dun stallion finds comforting does not settle well on all creatures, and he is not at all surprised to hear Svedka admit that it is true for himself. No, Pteron thinks as he makes a quarter-hearted effort to avoid Svedka’s playful nip, he cannot imagine Svedka doing something as dull as diplomatic work, even if the other man is impossibly charming.

The second time, Pteron dos not pull away, stilled by the sultry shift in the other’s voice as he draws closer, and presses a fleeting kiss to the tender skin of his throat.

Then Svedka is dancing away, and the wave of desire that had washed over Pteron draws back like the tide at his hooves. It will come back, he knows, like the waves always do, growing stronger as they climb farther up the sands of the beach. Some of it lingers like the saltwater on his skin, and he tosses his head with a laugh while he tells the other to “Lead the way.”

This beach is not one he knows well. That would usually slow him, a canter rather than a headlong gallop, wary of uneven ground. Not tonight though, not when he follows Svedka down the shore. That he trusts the other so implicitly never strikes him as strange; the blue haired creature is family, however distant, and Pteron trusts family.

Most of the petals stream by, but Pteron snaps playfully at a few of them as he keeps pace behind the white and golden stallion. The breeze against his skin heralds the coming coolness of night, but his body warms with exertion. The winged stallion is not quite ready to stop when they reach the place that Svedka has indicated. He does eventually slow to a canter and then to a trot, making a wide circle about that ends with him facing the other man. He is also (conveniently) not looking at the volcano that looms behind him.

He does intend to take the tour that Svedka had indicated, but that’s no reason to stare overlong at that thing which has caused his family much misery. Pteron is hardly even cognizant of it, and much pf his looking in the opposite direction is to lay eyes on the overo.

@[Svedka]

-- pteron --