i'll reach out my hands in the dark - famkee

[Famkee]

Each breath the mare takes is crisp, the forest trees offering their end of the bargain, she takes advantage of this oxygen swelling her breast in deep calculated motions. Even this doesn't feel like enough, it burns even, the air scorching and Famkee wants to panic. She shoves it down though, just like everything else as the stallion before her can only smile at her reluctance to their coincidences. She's continually baffled at how he shrugs it off, like this is something that normally happens for him. She refuses to accept fate, an ugly disfigured shadow that loomed over both of their heads. It's immovable, cemented there mocking her like she's to get use to the feeling. She tries to avoid it and listen to his reply, though this hopefulness lingering makes the mare anxious, her hooves shuffle the dried leaves, tail swishing against the skin of her sooty back legs. 'Ive no way to prove I'm telling the truth.' He's relaxed, almost excessive in his leisure. Famkee doesn't know whether to submit to his ease, or stiffen under it's wing. She says nothing, only a sort of nod confirming that she indeed doesn't trust him, and at least he understands the gravity it holds on her shoulders. Though as he continues to respond, his smile never fades and Famkee thinks despite her hesitancy, he wears it well. She notices the glance he gives her pelt, illuminating in the soft rays the canopy allows to grace her with, dancing as the delicate wind blows the colors across her back. She isn't sure if the wind gives her a chill up the base of her spine or the stallions gaze, lingering on places. 'Formally royal' is what really spikes her attention and makes her slowly forget, ears swiveled forwards, even a step closer, her legs having a mind of their own wanting more. 

So this cyclone really did destroy these lands. Despite the grin Malik still sports, Famkee sees through it, golden eyes venturing into places maybe even he doesn't know he reveals. She can see the loss, hopelessness, and for a moment she wants to dive right into the depth of his eyes differing in their color. Reminds her of herself, tangled in misfortune. Only Malik hides it with a smile, a glint in his eye that Famkee isn't sure she could conjure. A former Prince, a lost sibling, a lost homeland. She wonders if any or all of these events coincided with his dethroning. She wants to pity him, or the mountain sides that have suffered the carnage, but the mare has no sympathy for the ocean, the waves who stole from her. "The sea is a hungry thing." Famkee recalls with brief closing of her eyes, how the waves took her mother from her those years ago. It's her way of agreeing, taking another bolder step forwards, her horn knocking loosely hanging branches and the dew they held tricking down the length to her face. It's as if she's crying, the water staining her brighter golden, darker streaks. Theres a slight wince in her brow but nothing more as she continues, soft is her voice. "Malik." His name comes from her velvet lips, there it is, hope, fate, whatever the damned thing might be, breaking through the walls and showing it's blasted face. After all, what else does she have to lose. "Lead the way."

Let it all go, see what stays

Famkee

@Malik