Naira was unsure of what exactly it had been that had woken her, whether it was the fleeting remnants of a dream or something real that had manifested in the Meadow where they lay. Whatever it was, it had caused her head to snap up with alarm, deep breaths forcing her narrow sides to stretch and fall as best they could against the solid ground. Chocolate eyes scanned the clearing, unable to make out anything solid against the inky black of the night. She sighed heavily, resigning herself to a night of uneasy sleep, even with the powerful body of the stallion lying beside her.
She was suddenly conscious of the weight of his dark head on her shoulder, and laughed lightly, careful not to disturb him, “Well hello there,” she whispers, unsure if he was asleep or awake, or any restless combination of the two. Her last groggy memories before sleep had overtaken her were those of Seriath looming over her, looking rather uncomfortable. At what, she didn’t know. Perhaps sleeping at her side made him more ill at ease than if the two had gone their separate ways.
Whatever the reason, the relief and comfort she felt when he settled in beside her made her forget any of that pesky politeness that might make her say something like, ‘You don’t need to feel obligated to stay with me,’ or ‘You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable.’ No, she had merely signed in contentment and closed her eyes, basking in the warm blanket he provided against the snow. And the next thing she remembers is waking up, heart pounding and a slick sheen of sweat blanketing her golden skin.
Becoming slightly bored and upset with her sudden inability to return to dream land, Naira turned her head, ever so slowly as to not disturb the stallion resting on her back, and studied the features of his handsome face. The contours and ridges along his jawline seemed somehow softer in the moonlight, and she smiled lightly as the whiskers on the bottom of his maw tickled her shoulder.
Before long, her breathing had calmed some and she tried to no avail to return to the peaceful sleep she had been having before. The world was quiet for a time, quieter than it had been in quite a while. This gave her some time to explore her thoughts, and she thought again to the filly that Seriath had lost-the filly that apparently resembled her. The thought of him with a child of any kind was enough to make her giggle; he seemed so nervous all of the time, what kind of a parental figure must he be?
In between her observations and wonderings about Seriath, the mare periodically scanned the clearing, searching for some sign of what had so disturbed her. Other than that, she merely waited to see who would rise first; the stallion or the sun.
She was suddenly conscious of the weight of his dark head on her shoulder, and laughed lightly, careful not to disturb him, “Well hello there,” she whispers, unsure if he was asleep or awake, or any restless combination of the two. Her last groggy memories before sleep had overtaken her were those of Seriath looming over her, looking rather uncomfortable. At what, she didn’t know. Perhaps sleeping at her side made him more ill at ease than if the two had gone their separate ways.
Whatever the reason, the relief and comfort she felt when he settled in beside her made her forget any of that pesky politeness that might make her say something like, ‘You don’t need to feel obligated to stay with me,’ or ‘You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable.’ No, she had merely signed in contentment and closed her eyes, basking in the warm blanket he provided against the snow. And the next thing she remembers is waking up, heart pounding and a slick sheen of sweat blanketing her golden skin.
Becoming slightly bored and upset with her sudden inability to return to dream land, Naira turned her head, ever so slowly as to not disturb the stallion resting on her back, and studied the features of his handsome face. The contours and ridges along his jawline seemed somehow softer in the moonlight, and she smiled lightly as the whiskers on the bottom of his maw tickled her shoulder.
Before long, her breathing had calmed some and she tried to no avail to return to the peaceful sleep she had been having before. The world was quiet for a time, quieter than it had been in quite a while. This gave her some time to explore her thoughts, and she thought again to the filly that Seriath had lost-the filly that apparently resembled her. The thought of him with a child of any kind was enough to make her giggle; he seemed so nervous all of the time, what kind of a parental figure must he be?
In between her observations and wonderings about Seriath, the mare periodically scanned the clearing, searching for some sign of what had so disturbed her. Other than that, she merely waited to see who would rise first; the stallion or the sun.
naira
i hope you dance
ooc: sooo I wasn't sure if he actually ever fell asleep, but I tried to write it so you could play it either way
