[open] someone whose eyes are on the horizon

[aestas]

The adventure comes easily to her.

Quickly.

Seamlessly.

She does not glory in leaving her sibling’s sides, but she knows that there are things that lie beyond it and that they will be there waiting for her when she returns. So she does. She peels away from the other girls and takes to the roads that stretch out before her, wild and tangled and unending as they are.

Her youthful legs eat them up quickly as she runs—her body coming upon the cusp of her first year—and she devours each and every stretch of it. She bounds and leaps, toying with the heat of the day around her so that she does not grow too warm as the sun rises further and further into the sky above her.

It is only when the path she is on spills out into the meadow that she pauses at all.

Thin sides heaving, she casts her glance upward at the blue skies that deepen into something nearly unreal. Her smile spreads wide as she closes her eyes, soaking in the joyous moment as something to be cherished—something to be savored, her teeth sinking into the core of it with relish.

If there was anything that Aestas did not enjoy, she had yet to find it, but she enjoyed nothing more than these moments. The moments on the precipice of something new and exciting.

These moments where she could feel the truth of herself just outside the stretch of her fingers.

Just a moment more, another breath, and she would find it, she knows.

And she would unfold another piece of her wild heart to see what lies beneath.

so you should get on board with someone whose course is steadier than mine
you should get on board with someone whose eyes are on the horizon, not on the skies