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Forest eyes -- Etojo - Saedìs - 02-26-2018 She abandons Tephras shores in favor of forest and night. Saedís dances to a symphony of crickets and songbirds – savoring every note of their violins, cellos and violas sprinkled with startdust and nightfall. Saedís, tame-less and boundless, sang as she moved; little songs from her birthland, long since abandoned and forgotten. She is the balance of perfection and imperfection, of the delicate harmony in chaos. Perhaps her dance was naïve and foolish as she followed the well-worn path that leads to the forest, but Saedís thought nothing of it. She was flighty and aloof – and her wild attentions flitted here and there like butterflies. She loves her home of brimstone and sea-salt, but sometimes she longs for the familiar smell of forest and tree-bough; of the burr´s kiss and the nettle’s embrace. Saedís looks a little like she shouldn´t exist for real; some ghost-mare, pale-skinned and ethereal roving aimlessly through the long grasses of the forest. Oh, she stumbles over wayward roots, and there was dried mud on one knee that served as a reminder that she was of horseflesh and reality; not starlight and dreams. She moves with the fleet grace of starshine and youth – all innocent smiles and laughter. Saedís has a penchant for seeking out the lost souls, those that pine in the solitude of night and haunting memories. It is her curse perhaps, as much as theirs; that she should always try to mend those that are broken. Today is no different – and it is this that draws her to the unknown stallion of dust skin and dull eyes. She does not wear her cloak of stars tonight; has not slain her equine skin in favor of the otherworldly. She is mare – dainty and sublime, yes. But still mare. She is thinking, behind the swing and sway of the tangles in her hair, that he looks lonely – and she breathes out a soft, cordial “hello” as she draws nearer. His odd-colored eyes and shawl of leaves has not gone unnoticed – and there is unbridled curiosity in the ocean-depth of her gaze. @[Etojo] RE: Forest eyes -- Etojo - Etojo - 02-27-2018
@[Saedìs] RE: Forest eyes -- Etojo - Saedìs - 02-28-2018 At first, Saedís had simply approached because he reminded her of something. She cannot quite pinpoint what drew her to him; whether it was that air of loneliness or the haunted look in his eye. But when the stallion turns away from the sky, twigs shattering, a snarl on his lips, acquiescing to Saedís inquisitive stare – she hesitates. Gazing into those eyes, Saedís finds it hard to break through the ice acting as a barricade. This was a creature, she thinks, who had lost the magic of innocence, lost the hope that lingered within his soul. Saedís – with kindness in her eyes, fearless passion and star-shine skin is relentless in her optimism. She cannot fathom why anyone would want to be left alone in the darkness. Was she another, she may have turned tail and left – discouraged by his snarl and pain and blatant unfriendliness. Such strange creatures these lands hold, Saedís wants to breathe hope into him, to smooth the lines of his strange, strange face, to weave dreams into his hair. He is feral and wild, this son of the forest, with twigs for mane and leaves for skin and she wonders what tragedy has befallen him to make him so untrusting. Saedís is sensitive. It takes her but an instant to recognize the brokenness in his eyes. Saedís has never known heartbreak or betrayal. She has known loss, but never brokenness. She feels the weight of pain, despair, responsibility, reality fall upon her narrow shoulders with the simple phrase he speaks. Saedís cannot pretend to not know agony as she stands there. She cannot pretend that she does not realize her own role in what is to happen next, or that she doesn´t want to flee. Saedís cannot deny the presence of the urge, but she lets it wash over her. She lets it pass her by, pressing against it as she steps forward, closing the space between them. Saedís meets his hostility with warmth and ocean-breath because it is all that she knows. ”What ill-fate has befallen you, stranger, that has you so untrusting?” Her voice is birdsong and star-glimmer, and she remains unjudging. ”I want nothing more than your company” simply, softly. But the smile that graces her lips is unsure, a frightened deer in the headlights. @[Etojo] |