At first, Saedís had simply approached because he reminded her of something. She cannot quite pinpoint what drew her to him; whether it was that air of loneliness or the haunted look in his eye. But when the stallion turns away from the sky, twigs shattering, a snarl on his lips, acquiescing to Saedís inquisitive stare – she hesitates. Gazing into those eyes, Saedís finds it hard to break through the ice acting as a barricade. This was a creature, she thinks, who had lost the magic of innocence, lost the hope that lingered within his soul.
Saedís – with kindness in her eyes, fearless passion and star-shine skin is relentless in her optimism. She cannot fathom why anyone would want to be left alone in the darkness. Was she another, she may have turned tail and left – discouraged by his snarl and pain and blatant unfriendliness.
Such strange creatures these lands hold, Saedís wants to breathe hope into him, to smooth the lines of his strange, strange face, to weave dreams into his hair. He is feral and wild, this son of the forest, with twigs for mane and leaves for skin and she wonders what tragedy has befallen him to make him so untrusting. Saedís is sensitive. It takes her but an instant to recognize the brokenness in his eyes. Saedís has never known heartbreak or betrayal. She has known loss, but never brokenness. She feels the weight of pain, despair, responsibility, reality fall upon her narrow shoulders with the simple phrase he speaks.
Saedís cannot pretend to not know agony as she stands there. She cannot pretend that she does not realize her own role in what is to happen next, or that she doesn´t want to flee. Saedís cannot deny the presence of the urge, but she lets it wash over her. She lets it pass her by, pressing against it as she steps forward, closing the space between them. Saedís meets his hostility with warmth and ocean-breath because it is all that she knows.
”What ill-fate has befallen you, stranger, that has you so untrusting?” Her voice is birdsong and star-glimmer, and she remains unjudging.
”I want nothing more than your company” simply, softly. But the smile that graces her lips is unsure, a frightened deer in the headlights.
@[Etojo]