There isn’t at all a long wait until the trees rustle ahead and a face pokes out from the dense vegetation. Cyprin’s neck cranes curiously and her eyes greedily drink in the sight of him as he slips out and moves smoothly across the sand, unfazed by the divots and awkward shifts. It fascinates her. Curious herself, she takes a few awkward steps forward, her gait hitching when underneath her sinks. The sand hisses as it cups her hooves no matter where she places them. Loess’ earth is rocky and ever firm. This? It’s almost how she would imagine a cloud – folding and contorting beneath her weight – though of course a cloud would be softer like a lover’s kiss.
Returning the warmth that he provides, she mirrors his charming smile once his fluid strides come to a smooth and deliberate halt. ”Hello,”she sweetly responds as the wind lifts her forelock from her eyes. It’s windier here, she realizes as her head turns into the tropical gale, whipping her tail like a flag behind her. What’s different is that it is warmer, and it cradles her adoringly. ”Oh, yes,” she confesses when she looks away from the distant, oceanic horizon to search his eyes. ”No one in my family is a huge fan of the cold,” a sweet laughter rolls like morning mist, coiling delicately into the open space between them. In truth, she did not know what to expect coming here, what the island natives are like in comparison.
Admittedly, she isn’t disappointed.
”I’m Cyprin,” almost forgetting an introduction, she sheepishly smiles and shakes her head. ”How silly of me to forget that,” but it didn’t cross her mind immediately when he glazed over introductions as well, smoothing the awkward first meeting with humor. It melts the ice and adds warmth to the light-hearted conversation already unraveling. ”You’re like the sunset,” her observation of his coat has hardly wavered, drawn to him and how he so easily matches the many mornings she has woken up to. ”I love it.” It reminds her of peace and serenity, even of beauty, but she does not elaborate all of this to him; she keeps the intricate thoughts to herself as she shifts her body weight again, feeling the sand shy away.
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