11-11-2017, 07:22 PM
Lifting his knees high, Bragi made his way through high drifts to stand nearer to the lady when she did not turn him away. He could see vague uneasiness written across her features as she had come closer. A kind of distrust. He whickered low in his throat, and dipped his head in an attempt to undermine his sixteen hands of height. Soon they were next to each other, close enough that he could watch individual snowflakes catch in the dark canvas of her plush pelt. Her voice was low and soft, like the snow that fell around them. He looked out into the moon-glowing night a moment before responding.
"I am Bragi." He replied simply, turning back to gaze upon her neat form. "Who honors me with her presence?" He asked, a gentle, playful lilt to his baritone. He is sure to keep his voice gentle, not wanting to startle her. She is like some timid woodland-dwelling creature, likely to vanish and never be seen again if he made the wrong move. And that wasn't what he wanted at all. The night was too beautiful, too pure, to be marred with fear. He inhaled icy air in a deep breath. The following exhale made a huge frosty cloud in front of them, hanging in the air the like a ghostly curtain.
Oh, she was lovely, in her simple way. And he could see in her eyes that she saw herself in another light entirely. That simply would not do. A lady with her grace and soulful beauty should know her charms. He leaned towards her, ever so slightly. He would be gone in the morning, and did not presume to push an unwilling lady. He found himself, however, content with just being near another life that did not need him. And she was clearly a woman independent of nature. Simply sharing warmth, physical and perhaps personal, was enough to content him. But, yes, it was just for one night. He felt a little twinge of sorrow at that. One day, he would stop traveling. One day, he would be his own man. A man who could live and love as he pleased. For now, though... well. He would be gone in by the morning, come what may. He would enjoy what the night gave him, just the same.
@[Elk]
"I am Bragi." He replied simply, turning back to gaze upon her neat form. "Who honors me with her presence?" He asked, a gentle, playful lilt to his baritone. He is sure to keep his voice gentle, not wanting to startle her. She is like some timid woodland-dwelling creature, likely to vanish and never be seen again if he made the wrong move. And that wasn't what he wanted at all. The night was too beautiful, too pure, to be marred with fear. He inhaled icy air in a deep breath. The following exhale made a huge frosty cloud in front of them, hanging in the air the like a ghostly curtain.
Oh, she was lovely, in her simple way. And he could see in her eyes that she saw herself in another light entirely. That simply would not do. A lady with her grace and soulful beauty should know her charms. He leaned towards her, ever so slightly. He would be gone in the morning, and did not presume to push an unwilling lady. He found himself, however, content with just being near another life that did not need him. And she was clearly a woman independent of nature. Simply sharing warmth, physical and perhaps personal, was enough to content him. But, yes, it was just for one night. He felt a little twinge of sorrow at that. One day, he would stop traveling. One day, he would be his own man. A man who could live and love as he pleased. For now, though... well. He would be gone in by the morning, come what may. He would enjoy what the night gave him, just the same.
@[Elk]