zenzi
The cocoa woman felt the slight chill of the large shadow wash over her rapidly before the spring sun once again warmed her. The dark eye lift to see the familiar face of the golden woman who had extended the invitation to join the Deserts. She witnesses the mare land, finding purchases with nails digging into the ground. Zenzi decides to approach the only face she knows, perhaps they could chat a bit.
Limbs move the mare towards the bronzed pegasus. Her wings are large, no huge. They extend much larger than the equine herself and Zen wonders a bit if the weight were ever unbearable for Yael. Zen had lived a long time but she had never actually flown and wings were always a slight fascination for her.
"Yael." She speaks the other's name when she is closer. A smile is touching her dark lips when her skull dips slightly to the other in greeting. Her movements are fluid, flawless with decades of practice. It was seemingly rehearsed. Zenzi did know that just because she knew her, did not make them friends. There was still a matter of formal politeness that some required but perhaps in the future they could grow to lose such formality but for now it was best. "Good to see you again."
This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know