06-30-2015, 09:24 PM
{hush now watch the stars fall}
That smile made her heart melt. He was such a beautiful man, even in the shadows of the night, and Zoya could only dream of what he might look like glistening in the sun, pulling himself out of a lake or some other body of water. She could imagine the liquid running down his sides, twisting and turning around his powerful muscles before cascading off his stomach and disappearing into the sandy dirt below. The sun would reflect off of his coat, and even soaking wet he would still hold himself with such beautiful dignity and power.
And she was delighted that they would leave right away, but more delighted that he was looking out for her safety. On that note, though, she wanted to be careful not to slow him down; his legs were much longer and he was unquestionably familiar with the terrain in these parts whereas she was not. Zoya nodded in agreement, taking his cautionary statement to heart as best she could.
Then they were off. The sooty buckskin mare followed along happily, occasionally having to shift up into a faster gait to keep up. Erebor pointed out the Field and the Falls. The Falls sounded wonderful and intriguing, but she didn't have long to ponder the thought of a magical waterfall as they kept moving. As they moved on the trail became increasingly more difficult and rocky, and as much as Zoya wanted to talk to Erebor and chat, she had to focus all of her attention on her steps. Despite her best efforts the little mare still managed to trip once or twice, but never seemed to slow down. She wanted to show this new stallion that she was entirely capable of taking care of herself, she wasn't a baby and didn't need to be treated as such. Finally he stops, and Zoya takes her position next to him. Half of everything before them was dead, the other half young but strong. So this was it, the Chambers that he spoke of. Zoya lifted her little head and smiles at him, "It's beautiful Erebor sir."
He smiled back at her (which made her giddy as a schoolgirl inside) and kept moving. After a couple more minutes she utters a few words, "Um, Erebor I can't see the trail anymore..." He promptly replies, reassuring her that she need only stay with him to stay safe. She is happy to oblige. It isn't long before they reach a clearing, and Zoya is happy to be clear of the trees that towered over her frame. Here she could feel what she could only describe as a power within the ground, as if the land itself was alive, feeding on the energies of those who dared entered, while offering protection in return. That was the best Zoya could explain it in her own mind, and it must have been the norm as Erebor seemed un-phased, almost just happy to be home. "Well, um... I'm not really sure what to think. It's just so different from everything I'm familiar with Erebor, but I'm not displeased with it."
And she was delighted that they would leave right away, but more delighted that he was looking out for her safety. On that note, though, she wanted to be careful not to slow him down; his legs were much longer and he was unquestionably familiar with the terrain in these parts whereas she was not. Zoya nodded in agreement, taking his cautionary statement to heart as best she could.
Then they were off. The sooty buckskin mare followed along happily, occasionally having to shift up into a faster gait to keep up. Erebor pointed out the Field and the Falls. The Falls sounded wonderful and intriguing, but she didn't have long to ponder the thought of a magical waterfall as they kept moving. As they moved on the trail became increasingly more difficult and rocky, and as much as Zoya wanted to talk to Erebor and chat, she had to focus all of her attention on her steps. Despite her best efforts the little mare still managed to trip once or twice, but never seemed to slow down. She wanted to show this new stallion that she was entirely capable of taking care of herself, she wasn't a baby and didn't need to be treated as such. Finally he stops, and Zoya takes her position next to him. Half of everything before them was dead, the other half young but strong. So this was it, the Chambers that he spoke of. Zoya lifted her little head and smiles at him, "It's beautiful Erebor sir."
He smiled back at her (which made her giddy as a schoolgirl inside) and kept moving. After a couple more minutes she utters a few words, "Um, Erebor I can't see the trail anymore..." He promptly replies, reassuring her that she need only stay with him to stay safe. She is happy to oblige. It isn't long before they reach a clearing, and Zoya is happy to be clear of the trees that towered over her frame. Here she could feel what she could only describe as a power within the ground, as if the land itself was alive, feeding on the energies of those who dared entered, while offering protection in return. That was the best Zoya could explain it in her own mind, and it must have been the norm as Erebor seemed un-phased, almost just happy to be home. "Well, um... I'm not really sure what to think. It's just so different from everything I'm familiar with Erebor, but I'm not displeased with it."