Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
Crevan and Solace could not be more opposing entities. One has duty and honor to bind her, the love of many and the hopes of a future. The other … well, he’s got a lot of time on his hands. If they had the hours to compare memories and mistakes made, it would be as apparent to them as it was to those who knew them that, given normal circumstances, their two paths would never intersect.
Odd, how things work out, hmm?
“I said,” He emphasizes aloud before turning to look at his unwelcome audience, “Who the fuck are -” and then his head twists of its own accord, and his navy eyes lock onto the familiar colors and shape of a filly he knew years ago.
The resemblance strikes him dumb; for a moment the word Celest rises to his lips poised as a question, but then his keen sight supplies him with the countless differences and he closes his slack jaw. “I said, do you always go around nosing into other’s business?” Crevan tries for a third time, grunting angrily at the struggle he was presented with when trying to rise and simply stand.
These legs felt wrong, and his stomach was cramping enough to make him momentarily forget about the nameless mare.
“And you are?” He mutters, wobbling about to face her with a less-than-open expression.
@[Solace]