01-07-2021, 05:45 PM
----------------tell me: who do i run to?
He’d not come here for a dalliance, but he does enjoy pleasant surprises.
The sound of distant thunder pulls at his attention, and though he turns his blue-green muzzle toward the slow-travelling storm, he finds it difficult to do so. It is as though he didn’t want to look away from the ruddy mare, and he finds that the fuzziness in his mind fades away as his full attention returns to her. That feels better, somehow, though he cannot quite put a feather on why.
He doesn’t even bother to try, really, not when she’s showing him the heady smelling flowers.
“I’d ask for a taste,” he says with a good-humored raise of his brow, “but I learned my lesson as a boy that the sweetness of flowers is more often in their appearance.” He’d tried a hibiscus once, and the brilliantly orange flower had tasted of the finest red Loessian dust mixed with a rotten lime. (He’s not had a rotten lime, but he’s fairly sure they taste greener than rotten lemons)
@[rosebay]
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