07-23-2018, 10:15 AM
Death is peaceful, Life is harder.
The mysteries of the mind were not lost to him. Throughout his life he had learned to memorize the ever changing process of thought. It had filled his otherwise dull days with a wonderment and adventure. Even the seemingly mundane musings of his elders caught his attention - both a blessing and a curse. Once again he felt her mind grow heavy as her thoughts turn to that of summertime. She almost seems to miss the vibrancy of the landscape, now shrouded by thick layers of icy frost. A soft smile slays upon his lips, eating the sternest of his expression, and, as easy as an exhale, he offers the image to her. His eyes grow distant as he concentrates on the many memories that compiled to form one ethereal picture for her viewing. The meadow was green, fresh grass broke through the soft fertile earth and wildflowers broke the monotony of the emerald. Newborn foals frolicked in the height of it, sweat gathering on the soft of their coats. Maintaining the image took effort and he held it as long as he could, withdrawing when the strength of it waned.
His mind had grown foggy and he blinked his eyes to clear it. It's only at the sound of his name that he is reminded of his reality. Her tone is soft and controlled, each syllable pronounced and tasted. He chuckles despite his sudden exhaustion. Her mind was so alive and it would be easy for him to get lost there. The silence of the forest was far behind him and he found it difficult to miss it.
Again, he finds himself silenced by her absent chatter. Enamored by his height she pressed herself against him, her wings tickling the soft places of his underbelly. Physical touch was a foreign concept to him and he fought the urge to flinch away. He could not blame the girl for her amazement, he was quite tall.
"Mysterious?" he mused with a tilt of his head. "Perhaps I've been lost to the forest for too long? I've forgotten how to socialize."
Romulus
@[Jenova]