Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood || Any

[Svedka]

the secret of our world is written in the stars

Her eyes are a little brighter when she recognizes him, and it makes his heart leap. Her voice is a whisper as she questions his name, and he answers her with a broad, handsome smile. Despite the sadness that clings to her body, she is every inch of the wildflower woman he had met in the meadow in the sun’s first light. “Even on the saddest circumstances, Lavendel, will I be happy to see you.” His voice is gentle and low, a soft nicker vibrating in his throat as encouragement. She looks as if she is about to burst with either exhaustion and despair, so he says nothing else, turning to Solace to give her a widened, sad blink. His twin implores for more - gently, tenderly - and so Svedka moves past Lavendel, turns, and then comes to her side.

He is solid and stoic beside her - a pillar of strength for the woman to press against, to hold onto as she is asked to explain further. Svedka can tell that her thoughts are more than she can bear, but that she holds it in so well. He is even so bold as to keep his shoulder steadily against the pale gold of her own, curving his neck keep his cerulean gaze strictly on her. He is patient and unwavering, nostrils quivering once more as a deep nicker is offered to her. She is safe here, he promises her silently, his pale muzzle brushing tenderly against her tear-stained cheek.

She is too beautiful to be this sad, and once Svedka understands why, he will fix it for her. He will chase the sadness from her eyes in whatever way he knows how.

(be my escape)

Svedka

@[Lavendel]