He describes Tephra as strong and accepting, and she finds that a true enough description from the little she knows. The stallion in front of her seems to fit right in to the description that he offers of his homeland, and she can see how Leliana fits into such a description as well. How strange, to be so easily accepted by the horses she has spent so much time simply watching, rather than joining. He asks no questions though, not really, and simply offers his home and her in a way that baffles and astounds her all at once.
Rae is about to reply that a walk would be nice when Leliana joins them. Rae can’t sense her in the way she can sense the birds in the sky above them, or the slight winter breeze that tugs ever so lightly at her hair, but she is not unaware of the eagle that becomes a horse to land in front of them. Leliana is and is not the mare Rae had met near the river that day. Worlds don’t flicker through her eyes, they don’t brim with magna and galaxies. Today they are the colors of the land she calls home, a simple and beautiful hazel.
Rae smiles, offering the other mare a nod. Her greeting is warm and welcoming, and the door is figuratively opened to her. “Thanks for the invite,” she says in return, stepping into the land and finding that it doesn’t leap up and chain her to the ground. It wouldn’t, of course, but the idea of home had always felt like shackles, but why she couldn’t say. It was anything but shackles, a thing it had taken her far too long to learn.
“I would love a walk,” she says, flitting her attention back to Jakub for a moment. Strange, to say she would love a walk. Truly, she would love to go flying, but his lack of wings would make such a thing difficult. Besides, the whole point of a home was to keep her feet on the ground sometimes, to become part of something more than herself, to have friends other than the birds and to talk to someone other than the wind. So her feet stay on the ground, and she’ll learn what it’s like to see the land from within it and not above it.
Rae is about to reply that a walk would be nice when Leliana joins them. Rae can’t sense her in the way she can sense the birds in the sky above them, or the slight winter breeze that tugs ever so lightly at her hair, but she is not unaware of the eagle that becomes a horse to land in front of them. Leliana is and is not the mare Rae had met near the river that day. Worlds don’t flicker through her eyes, they don’t brim with magna and galaxies. Today they are the colors of the land she calls home, a simple and beautiful hazel.
Rae smiles, offering the other mare a nod. Her greeting is warm and welcoming, and the door is figuratively opened to her. “Thanks for the invite,” she says in return, stepping into the land and finding that it doesn’t leap up and chain her to the ground. It wouldn’t, of course, but the idea of home had always felt like shackles, but why she couldn’t say. It was anything but shackles, a thing it had taken her far too long to learn.
“I would love a walk,” she says, flitting her attention back to Jakub for a moment. Strange, to say she would love a walk. Truly, she would love to go flying, but his lack of wings would make such a thing difficult. Besides, the whole point of a home was to keep her feet on the ground sometimes, to become part of something more than herself, to have friends other than the birds and to talk to someone other than the wind. So her feet stay on the ground, and she’ll learn what it’s like to see the land from within it and not above it.
rae
my soul is in the sky
@[Jakub] & @[leliana]
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