09-08-2018, 12:14 PM
I know what a prince and lover ought to be
Break was a fan enough of winter, loved it for the cozy quiet of snowfall, the way it blanketed the earth and turned everything into this hushed wonderland, made it all look clean and new and untouched. Like every step was a discovery. Snowstorms raged away, and then in the aftermath it was like a fresh new world all around. That said, during the raging part, it was a smart idea to find shelter and not get oh say buried beneath a foot of snow. So he shook to dislodge a little of what had fallen already and made for the trees, where at least there were tons of branches to break the fall of snow some and catch bits of it.
Which was all well and good, but there was something different about this storm, wasn’t there? Lightning flashed overhead and thunder rolled, startling the stallion into an undignified yelp, a tree nearby shattering into a shower of stars that lit the air and melted the snow around it. If he could’ve managed it beneath the bold blue and purple of his face, he would’ve blushed. Alas, as it was, he just cleared his throat and ducked his head and watched the bits of starlight where the tree used to be twinkle and shivere and slowly fade into oblivion. His skin twitched as if to dislodge a fly, and he glanced around. Well that was embarrassing. Good thing there was no one around to see it, right?
He huffed and shook himself off again, though now there was no snow clinging to the blue and purple of his coat. Pulled himself together, took a deep breath, and walked on. And the next time thunder crashed overhead, he was ready for it. Totally got this. No big deal. Still, made him happy when he found a niiice sprawling old tree to curl up beneath. Well. Maybe not the safest place to be in a storm, but it was a big ol’ beast of a tree, and if it’d survived up to this point probably it’d weather at least one more storm, right? Right. So he crept under the fall of branches, and--
“Oh! Hello there! Uhhh…” Company was the last thing he’d been expecting, particularly such unique and delightful company. But slightly more urgent than a lovely lady was the presence of fire. Fire the strange moth-like beauty didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned about…? “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there seems to be a small fire.” Moths were drawn to flame, maybe...maybe she was like, entranced by the flickering firelight or...was asking that offensive? Like species-ist, or...something? He crept closer, a wary eye on the fire, looking to stomp it out--oh. Right, okay, that looked...odd and contained and maybe deliberate. “Are you very brave, or just very accustomed to things burning nearby?”