Ciri
It’s the sound of large wings that first makes her muscles clench beneath her sooty skin. Remembering the dragon who had found her, had pulled her to warm scales with leathery wings wrapping protectively around her. Plenty of horses have wings, it’s probably just Canaan. However, something is sensed that makes her heart start to pound rapidly in her chest before leaping into her throat. Slowly, she turns her head towards the sound of sand spraying. And it’s him.
His coat is glistening in the watery winter sun. He’s glancing around him but it almost seems as if he is purposely not looking towards her. As quickly as her heart has risen, it drops. Had she become that much of a monster? She wasn’t foolish enough to think that Amet and Castile had not seen each other. They were friends, had been perhaps, before all this. She had only tried to be honest. With them and herself. She can’t help the familiar sting of angry tears that line her eyes. Why was she being made into this monster that she wasn’t? A confused heart didn’t make her the devil did it?
There is a mix of anger and sadness broiling in her swelling belly. To be slighted so badly, to just be casted aside as if she was nothing. As if her feelings were nothing. For a moment she thinks to just ignore him as well, if that's what he wants. Her frustration wins out in the end. Slowly, the heavily scarred mare lurches to her feet heavily. Shaking the sand from the long tousled tresses of her mane, her stilled silver eyes find him. Trembling slightly but hoping her exterior seems calm and somewhat indifferent. ”Castile.” She calls softly from her raw throat, unable to keep the small flicker of hope that flits about her bruised heart while unable to force away the memory of their last encounter and his rejection.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Castile]