05-09-2018, 06:22 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The woman melts into the wintry scene, but even amidst the beauty of nature, Svedka can find her flawless white form with a particular easiness from the vast whiteness around her.
In fact, Kagerus had not told the twins.
That is why (much to his horror, he will realize later), the milk-and-honey stallion does not hesitate to trot towards her, his eyes bright and welcoming, a breathless smile fixated on the pink of his pale lips. Had he known, had he any inkling, he perhaps would have strayed from her out of politeness. It would have killed him, to avoid her for her own peace of mind, but he would have considered it. Though Svedka is a light within the darkness, a radiant beam of spirit and freedom, he is not naive when it comes to the ways of the world. He understands that there can be blackness in the hearts of those around them, and that there are - though he would rather not think about it - things that go bump in the night; things that claw and rip and tear, that kill and maim.
He would understand, if he had found out what had happened to her.
But for now, he is clueless as he comes up beside her, already eyeing the beautiful and flawless feathers at her sides that somehow are more radiant and gleaming in the icy world around them. “Ilma,” he breathes gently, his voice quiet compared to the shout of her name across the valley only days ago. He had missed her, and he wonders if the absence of Tahti has created a spring of sadness within her - loneliness and sorrow, which he hoped that a stroll through Hyaline could possibly render, if not for a little while.
“It’s good to see you,” he tells her genuinely, stretching his neck forward to press his muzzle against her own, nostrils flaring to catch the scent of wind and ice crystals on her skin.
In fact, Kagerus had not told the twins.
That is why (much to his horror, he will realize later), the milk-and-honey stallion does not hesitate to trot towards her, his eyes bright and welcoming, a breathless smile fixated on the pink of his pale lips. Had he known, had he any inkling, he perhaps would have strayed from her out of politeness. It would have killed him, to avoid her for her own peace of mind, but he would have considered it. Though Svedka is a light within the darkness, a radiant beam of spirit and freedom, he is not naive when it comes to the ways of the world. He understands that there can be blackness in the hearts of those around them, and that there are - though he would rather not think about it - things that go bump in the night; things that claw and rip and tear, that kill and maim.
He would understand, if he had found out what had happened to her.
But for now, he is clueless as he comes up beside her, already eyeing the beautiful and flawless feathers at her sides that somehow are more radiant and gleaming in the icy world around them. “Ilma,” he breathes gently, his voice quiet compared to the shout of her name across the valley only days ago. He had missed her, and he wonders if the absence of Tahti has created a spring of sadness within her - loneliness and sorrow, which he hoped that a stroll through Hyaline could possibly render, if not for a little while.
“It’s good to see you,” he tells her genuinely, stretching his neck forward to press his muzzle against her own, nostrils flaring to catch the scent of wind and ice crystals on her skin.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Ilma] she may react any way you would like her to, feel free to snap at him or whatever is necessary! <3