She dreams. Even now, with her dark legs planted on the solid ground, her dreams soar high above her - deep into the atmosphere, past the indigo of the sky she sees each night and beyond the stars that scrape along it. And as she dreams it, she can feel her wings lifting her higher and higher only to realize that her legs are like tree trunks, slow and groaning into the earth, locking her into a prison that seems to have no escape.
Olena huffs softly, not yet realizing she has leaned far further into his embrace than she ever would have thought comfortable moments ago. Her obsidian wings shuffle idly at her sides, their dark feathers swiping over the deep tawny of her barrel with a shimmering of blue light. “You must be,” she reminds him pointedly, her slender face gesturing to his wind-filled wings. “You have wings.” The buckskin girl smiles sheepishly, tossing her head so that the darkness of her forelock covers the shyness in her indigo eyes.
A lionheart.
She cranes her thin neck to look up at him, smiling. “I guess I am,” Olena confesses with a soft roll of her shoulder against his, wrinkling her dark nose as he bumps his muzzle to hers. “I would like to feel it more, I think.” She laughs at this, wondering quietly to herself as to why her lineage marks her and her siblings so well with that lionheart, yet she didn’t quite feel it on the inside. Though, she thinks, perhaps she felt it a little bit more with Nashua standing beside her.
“Deal.” The idea of dismissing his idea didn’t even cross her mind and the young girl did not hesitate to take him up on such an offer. “I think an adventure is just what would awaken the lioness inside.”
OLENA
all the stars go dark