02-21-2021, 11:16 AM
The forest had been a place of uncertain shelter for him, but nothing more. In the terrible days (or months, he did not know) after his mother had flung him across the continent in a dream, when he healed in the dark, hidden from others and light under the wing of his grand-dam, he dreamed of meadowlands and herds of wild horses. He had dreamed of anywhere other than the damp and the dark, and the pain of his healing face.
It had taken him years to find the courage to leave. He had never loved the Riverlands or the forest, or the dark shadows that moved between their trees.
But even though not all strangers have been kind to him, he wants to trust. But his desire and his instincts often pulled him apart. Augusta offers warmth and soft affections, and still, he flinches. But the touch is brief, brief enough to leave him wishing she hadn't pulled away once the touch is gone.
He remains still for the gentle investigation of her almond eyes across his features, knowing that it was impossible to hide the face he wore, and it was better to let her take in the full of it now.
"I lived here too, for a while," he offers. But he doesn't want to talk about himself, he wants to hear the sound of her voice again. "I'm sure you have a story or two, I happen to love boring stories." He smiles, reaching out to return the gesture he had unintentionally avoided, placing a brief and gentle nip on the bridge of her nose, where blue meets white. "So you have never left? Truly? Not even a hoof set into the meadow?" His voice is hushed with genuine curiosity. He had berated himself for years about the way he had stalled and simpered in the dark, but here, she was vibrant and beautiful and seemed to love the place, or at least not hate it. He wanted to know what she saw in it.
clegane
@[Augusta]
