02-12-2018, 12:20 AM
She's not telling him everything, that much is plain. Not that she's in any way meant to. He supposes he should be content she's taken time to talk to him at all. There's that slight vibrato in her voice, though. He wants to let it go, to move on, but how can he? Something isn't right. But she's moved on for him, changing the subject. With a lighter tone, she references the weather. It's a bit windier, perhaps, and there's rain on the air. But there must be other indicators, for her to delay his journey.
She grazes his shoulder once again, pulling him from the shore with a light touch. He hesitates a moment, unwilling to leave his cove. It had become a haven to him, a space he felt secure in, no matter the weather. In the end, he turned to follow her. A corner of his expressive mouth curved upwards into a little half smile. "If my queen wishes it, how could I refuse?" His little laugh matches her own, as he follows the sound of her sashaying ahead of him. It triggers something primal in his brain. Chemicals mixing in new, intoxicating ways. The surface beneath his feet changes from gritty sand to softer beach grass. They've gone uphill as well. It must be a hell of a storm blowing in, if she wanting them higher up. He brushes unintentionally closer, encountering the stiff softness of feathers against his shoulder. So she is winged? He amends his mental impression of her, adding expansive wings to his sketch of her height and general shape. Of course, he has not touched her more than simple brushings, not enough to know the true shape of her. So the wings have been tacked on to his 'general horse' shape idea.
"What do you see?" He asked after a moment of silence. He liked asking this every so often, wondering just what others were able to see. He was intrigued by the unique perspectives each new horse he met held. His brother saw the world in words of prose and rhyme. Nyxa took the world as her prison and her oyster in equal measure, each new discovery an adventure in waiting. He wanted to know how Krone viewed the world.
@[Krone]
She grazes his shoulder once again, pulling him from the shore with a light touch. He hesitates a moment, unwilling to leave his cove. It had become a haven to him, a space he felt secure in, no matter the weather. In the end, he turned to follow her. A corner of his expressive mouth curved upwards into a little half smile. "If my queen wishes it, how could I refuse?" His little laugh matches her own, as he follows the sound of her sashaying ahead of him. It triggers something primal in his brain. Chemicals mixing in new, intoxicating ways. The surface beneath his feet changes from gritty sand to softer beach grass. They've gone uphill as well. It must be a hell of a storm blowing in, if she wanting them higher up. He brushes unintentionally closer, encountering the stiff softness of feathers against his shoulder. So she is winged? He amends his mental impression of her, adding expansive wings to his sketch of her height and general shape. Of course, he has not touched her more than simple brushings, not enough to know the true shape of her. So the wings have been tacked on to his 'general horse' shape idea.
"What do you see?" He asked after a moment of silence. He liked asking this every so often, wondering just what others were able to see. He was intrigued by the unique perspectives each new horse he met held. His brother saw the world in words of prose and rhyme. Nyxa took the world as her prison and her oyster in equal measure, each new discovery an adventure in waiting. He wanted to know how Krone viewed the world.
@[Krone]