He had missed whatever she had done that got her breathing heavy, quivering. But the sight of it made him very curious indeed. He rolls forward on those strong sturdy legs, those big feet of his barely any curly feather spilling over them, but enough to give him the slightly drafty effect of having elegantly feathered ankles. He moves with lofty grace, his legs picking up high in a trot that makes him seem to glide across the grass. Irisaen curled tightly around his left ear like some sort of iridescent ornament. “Hello there.” the morning light washed over his painted coat, glimmering with fresh cleanliness (he likes to wade in the river, it keeps him rather neat). He slows to a stop at a polite distance, but near enough to talk. He almost broaches the fact that she seems fresh off of fleeing from something, but he supposes, in that instant, that may steer the interaction in an unpleasant direction if she really is running from something. Irisaen flicks her tongue toward the dappled mare, and Chem smirks, lowering his head from its naturally high position. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he looks outward from where they stand, “It is nice to finally seen the gold of the sun.” His teal eyes rove back to her, he resists letting them sink to wander her body, staying with her face. He searches her expression for a reaction; was she here for the eclipse? Does she know what happened? Suddenly the word gold echoes in his mind. It briefly takes him away, to Bible, to her gold smooth skin. The chill of her metal and the ghostly ring in her voice. The darkness, the memories flood him, his shoulder aches at the rush of it all moving through his mind behind his eyes. Where there was a monstrous gash across his shoulder is now a roughly healed slash scar, three jagged lines left from enormous fangs. Sharp teeth, with a long fang in the center, clank as he moves, tightly woven into his thick black mane somewhere before his speckled withers. A trophy – and the shadow-mare that saved him after, finding him limp in the river, attacked and poisoned, she had the other souvenirs. He wonders if she lived through it too, or if she was lucky enough to arrive after. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Eirlys]
