03-30-2018, 07:13 PM
Starlin can see his eyelids flickering - so he is certainly awake - but it takes him a moment to acknowledge her presence with anything more than an upside-down smile. The grulla mare sidesteps to give him a bit more space to roll over, and meets his exquisite aquamarine gaze. It reminds her of the sea on its clearest day.
She'd not entirely expected him to accept her offer of assistance, but the soft-eyed mare is not a creature to go back on her word. He points out the location of the itch, and she steps forward. With her dark lips shielding her teeth, Starlin does her best to eliminate the itch. Something tugs at a memory, and when she finally pulls away, her cobwebbed brow is wrinkled in concentration.
"You wouldn't happen to be from Sylva, would you?" It's been ages since she's even named the land aloud. Her memories of it are faded with time, but there is no forgetting that perpetual smell of autumn. It lingers in the air even now (though not so strong as when she had pressed her lips against his back), a stark contrast to the spring world that blooms around them.
"I lived there as a child," She adds, and then: "I'm Starlin, by the way."
She'd not entirely expected him to accept her offer of assistance, but the soft-eyed mare is not a creature to go back on her word. He points out the location of the itch, and she steps forward. With her dark lips shielding her teeth, Starlin does her best to eliminate the itch. Something tugs at a memory, and when she finally pulls away, her cobwebbed brow is wrinkled in concentration.
"You wouldn't happen to be from Sylva, would you?" It's been ages since she's even named the land aloud. Her memories of it are faded with time, but there is no forgetting that perpetual smell of autumn. It lingers in the air even now (though not so strong as when she had pressed her lips against his back), a stark contrast to the spring world that blooms around them.
"I lived there as a child," She adds, and then: "I'm Starlin, by the way."