that's all there is
The journey is quiet, peaceful, but lonely. A shiver of apprehension rolls through her when the shadow of wings overhead makes her aware of the presence of another; she pauses and begins to unfold her own dark wings, readying to flee. Rhonen had never been big on the flight half of fight-or-flight, but he’d treated Noah as if she was made of glass, and encouraged that as the first response in her. Not his only daughter, but the one he had been left to raise. He’d been gruff on the outside, but somewhere there’d been a soft gooey middle.
But Noah raises her head to glance upwards at the potential threat before rabbiting, and the golden body and white wings descending towards her are familiar. Perhaps he has followed her because he doesn’t quite trust her intentions, but she doesn’t think he’s planning to land and go on the attack. So she refolds her wings, pivoting gently to keep her eyes on him and face him as he approaches. His voice when it comes across the distance is friendly, light, and her eyes crinkle a little as she doesn’t quite smile in response; still, the expression is pleasant in return.
“It’s lovely,” she responds, warmly; she looks away from him and lets her hazel eyes drift across his home. The strawberry mare doesn’t answer the second statement, because she doesn’t have an opinion yet, of how Wolfbane runs his home. And she doesn’t have a feeling for Loess. She walks a few steps away from him on a tangent, lifting her head to inhale the salty-sweet air again; she likes it. It wouldn’t be a hardship to come here occasionally and visit, to maintain a relationship between Brilliant Pampas and Loess.
Turning back to Wolfbane, her expression is flickering between simple pleasure at enjoying Loess or solemnity. “What is Loess all about, Wolfbane? What do you believe in?”
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