11-06-2018, 01:34 AM
She likes him. He is not as warm as Leilan, but he is not as cold and confusing as Tunnel, either. He is darkness, and maybe to some that would be intimidating and threatening, but it puts her at ease. To her there is something soothing about the swarthy abyss, being able to almost disappear — or at least feel like she had. She has seen many different kinds of magic in these lands of Beqanna, but his is the first that genuinely intrigues her. He intrigues her. He steps out of the shrouded portal, and it sparks more questions rather than answers any. She finds herself stepping forward, threads of moonlight reaching through the trees to spill across her black shoulders, entwining with tangled strands of mane as she closes the space between them.
Hesitantly, but unable to resist her curiosity, she reaches to whisper her muzzle across his neck, just enough to feel the solidness of flesh and warmth of skin underneath her touch, and maybe even the thrum of a pulse. She worries that he will be offended by her actions, and she withdraws quickly and quietly, but her brown eyes flicker to his golden ones with a perplexed sort of awe. ”You feel real.” Her gaze drifts to the air around him, seemingly inspecting it, trying to figure out how. She has all but forgotten about her previous delusions, focusing more on what was taking place in front of her.
”Beqanna is strange,” she muses quietly, at last giving up on trying to understand. She doesn’t offer much explanation. She wasn’t just referring to the stallion that turned into shadows, but instead a collection of all the things she has witnessed — even Leilan was different than from when she had first met him. She levels her eyes with Ether once more, a faint smile lifting at the corner of her lips as she offers in her low and mild tones, ”But it must be nice, to be able to disappear.”
@[Ether]
Hesitantly, but unable to resist her curiosity, she reaches to whisper her muzzle across his neck, just enough to feel the solidness of flesh and warmth of skin underneath her touch, and maybe even the thrum of a pulse. She worries that he will be offended by her actions, and she withdraws quickly and quietly, but her brown eyes flicker to his golden ones with a perplexed sort of awe. ”You feel real.” Her gaze drifts to the air around him, seemingly inspecting it, trying to figure out how. She has all but forgotten about her previous delusions, focusing more on what was taking place in front of her.
”Beqanna is strange,” she muses quietly, at last giving up on trying to understand. She doesn’t offer much explanation. She wasn’t just referring to the stallion that turned into shadows, but instead a collection of all the things she has witnessed — even Leilan was different than from when she had first met him. She levels her eyes with Ether once more, a faint smile lifting at the corner of her lips as she offers in her low and mild tones, ”But it must be nice, to be able to disappear.”
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]