There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She is coming to expect the unexpected from this woman. Where others might be uneasy with her broken, ridged skin, this mare is quietly accepting, even admiring, of it. At those two simple words, she releases a breath she had not even realized she had been holding. She cannot say why she is relieved that Perse is not repulsed by her scars, she knows only that she is. That, in and of itself, disturbs her slightly. Why she should care what the silver mare thinks of her marks, she does not understand.
A shiver, quickly suppressed, radiates across her skin as Perse’s words whisper over her. Her initial impulse is to ask her if she truly means them, but she bites back the desire. For a mare who strives to show only strength, such a question would be far too close to an admission of weakness. She pauses for a moment (a moment too long), metallic eyes regarding Perse uncertainly.
You would be the first to say so.
Perhaps at first she had considered those marks truly a flaw, a sign of her weakness. But she has long since made them her own. She has turned her shattered body into a testament of her strength. The flickering light that shimmers across her body displays her power as much as it draws attention to her broken flesh. She has found she enjoys the surprise and hesitation many express upon first seeing her. And she rather likes wielding such influence.
Her golden gaze takes on a hint of curiosity as she continues to study the resplendent woman’s flawless body, the obvious question finally occurring to her.
He leaves you unmarked. Why?
And he had left her decidedly marked. Why?
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria