Don't say a Word (Contagion)

[Tyrna]

Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die It doesn't seem like much, but his desire to see her home is like a gift. A genuine smile sneaks it's way across her lips and she drops her head to nuzzle his shoulder carefully. Trying to keep her strength under control so she doesn't hurt him. She hasn't had many friends in her life, even when she was a little girl she only saw Nairne. But like everyone else in her life, excluding her mother, Nairne had gone and she had been alone. Now she had a family, the small herd that called the Falls home, but no friends. Contagion had not run from her or quaked in fear. He had no tried to control her or push around. It was amazing. She didn't know how much of it was because of his condition and how much was just who he was, but the simple freedom of not having to give up something of herself for companionship was refreshing. He calmed her demons and she didn't want him to go. The silver mare led them slowly through the trees making pleasant conversation but not forcing it if silence was more comfortable. Tyrna found herself sneaking sidelong glances to see if he was still there, to see if he was still real, as they wound their way slowly through the trees. She hadn't shown the Falls to anyone since Triske, and even then it had been more of a matter of life and death. Now she was showing off for someone who would be able to appreciate it, or not. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. What if he didn't like it? The trip is shorter then she would have liked but as the sun sets over the treeline she is grateful they arrived when the did. The sunset paints the waterfall with orange and gold, turning the water to fire. The trees take on a mystical quality and it looks like they stepped into a fairy-tale. None of the others are around, but that is to be expected at this point, and she starts to feel nervous as the cross through the trees into the rocky area near the pool. "Here, follow me." She whispers in his ear, and leads him towards the path towards the top of the Falls. "Watch your step, the ground is a little more slippery and dangerous." her voice is brusque and she feels like it should be obvious but a collection of skinned knees as a child has taught her caution and he is much more fragile. She crests the top of the incline and wanders toward the edge of the cliffside, waiting so he can step up beside her. With the wind tousling her wild mane and Contagion at her side, Tyrna has never felt more at home and on edge in her life. She wanted him to like it here, like her, as if his opinion mattered. The silver mare wasn't one to care about what others thought of her, but he was different and she didn't know how to handle herself in this weird new territory. Give her an enemy and she was fine, but a friend was a much different battle. Turning her head she looks him over. He glows in the sun, just like the waterfall, and she feels pride in bringing him here. "So" she whispers softly, caressing his shoulder gently once more, " what do you think?" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls