thrown like a star in my vast sleep; any

[Chemdog]

 He’s oblivious to her floating presence for an embarrassing amount of time, really.  As he soaks, thinking he is alone, he mulls over many things – this and that, mostly women and politics. He submerges himself for as long as he can bear to be without breath, rising and sinking slowly. On his last trip upward his teal eyes blink open, salty water dripping down his long black lashes and trickling down his broad ghostly white roman-nosed face.  He flicks both pale ears toward the swirling steam above him, only the mare’s silhouette can be picked out, but he’s relieved to see that she is indeed a she.

He steps up and toward the sloping edge of the steaming pool, his feathery ankles still in the glassy onyx water. He has a shake and then looks again, but is unable to make her out her exact location, “Come down,” His voice booms, deep and gritty, “...don’t be timid.” He spins himself to face her if she does intend to touch down on  the frosty ground.

The mists part with each gust of wind sent by her elegant wings. The swooping sound moves around the sky, spreading and fading, moving the silvery clouds gathering among the warm pools.

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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@[Nalia]