02-01-2019, 07:05 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
It’s nearly summer but the northern half of the island hardly ever gives. Much like those who insist on living here despite the cold and therefore the relative lack of food. He tries to encourage them to go to Nerine, too, or even to the meadows although that’s a half day’s travel at walking pace. But lile the cold, like him, they are icicles in one way or another; unchanging and unfaltering, never really bending except perhaps when one melts.
But perhaps he’s too philosophical in that aspect, and surely Willa does most of her thinkingjust fine on her own.
She mentions his move is not necessary, and he chuckles lightly. ”A habit, I guess.” Looking her over he knows he doesn’t know much about her after all this time, and would honestly be relieved to hear she just saw him as a friend - after all he has more than enough trouble keeping one girl happy, at times. In fact he’d failed rather miserably already with one, the only thing he could do to make her safe being to ask a fairy. But that’s a story from another time and not something he thinks to discuss with this mare.
He grins at her mention of a steady presence. ”I have to burst your bubble there I’m afraid, but for you I will try.” A shake of his neck follows, loosening a knot forming in his mane by the wind that now desperately tries to pull it in every wrong direction. ”Steadying, I suppose. Your predictions may yet prove true in the end.” Taking in her stance, her form - eyes gleaming, coat no longer obviously dull, bones no longer visible - he nods to her. ”You’re doing well. Eilidh might not even recognize you when you find her.” he offers, then wonders where the other mare might be. Would she still live in the meadow, he wonders. Perhaps she’s found a herd or something - who knew, these days so many things were changing.
But perhaps he’s too philosophical in that aspect, and surely Willa does most of her thinkingjust fine on her own.
She mentions his move is not necessary, and he chuckles lightly. ”A habit, I guess.” Looking her over he knows he doesn’t know much about her after all this time, and would honestly be relieved to hear she just saw him as a friend - after all he has more than enough trouble keeping one girl happy, at times. In fact he’d failed rather miserably already with one, the only thing he could do to make her safe being to ask a fairy. But that’s a story from another time and not something he thinks to discuss with this mare.
He grins at her mention of a steady presence. ”I have to burst your bubble there I’m afraid, but for you I will try.” A shake of his neck follows, loosening a knot forming in his mane by the wind that now desperately tries to pull it in every wrong direction. ”Steadying, I suppose. Your predictions may yet prove true in the end.” Taking in her stance, her form - eyes gleaming, coat no longer obviously dull, bones no longer visible - he nods to her. ”You’re doing well. Eilidh might not even recognize you when you find her.” he offers, then wonders where the other mare might be. Would she still live in the meadow, he wonders. Perhaps she’s found a herd or something - who knew, these days so many things were changing.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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