05-15-2021, 09:57 AM
While watching the little turtles, Altissima wonders why Tarian was showing this to her. It was a magical, interesting sight and if half of her attention wasn’t on their proximity she’d probably be able to think of more questions to ask. She attempts to focus on those questions in her mind, even though none of them escape her. Were the mother turtles waiting in the ocean? Or did they leave their children to fend for themselves? Just how big did they get?
Her ears twitch towards him when he replies to her question but the brush of her feathers against his utterly empties Altissima’s head of everything else except awareness of that contact. It was such a small, breeze of a touch and yet it makes her forget for that brief moment to be annoyed about his teasing that the hot springs were more than she could handle, or that she was eager to go there at all.
And then Tarian keeps talking and that momentary haziness evaporates instantly.
Her ears flatten and her eyes are a vibrant shade of furious pink when she turns her head to look at him - though they flicker with another darker shade when she’s reminded of just how close they are. She is distracted from those distracting thoughts by how much Tarian’s words have rattled her. It was a joke, some part of her mind tells her, but it hits too close to the truth that she hates.
Altissima is not a violent mare but for a short moment she considers biting Tarian. He’s close enough that she could do it easily and it might be worth surprising him. She doubted he considered her much of a threat. “I am not that fragile.” Altissima bites out with her words instead of her teeth, only just barely managing to keep her voice down and it kills her to have to add the that. Because he had seen her fragile, he had seen her close to death, and now - now did he really think she was so weak that just enjoying herself could send her into shock? Did he think that she was just that incapable?
The way it stings her is a surprise, though she supposes it shouldn't be. She can't imagine he thought very much of her, despite - well despite whatever had inspired him to share with her the baby turtles racing into the sea.
Although part of her certainly wants to, she doesn’t look away from him. Altissima exhales noisily through flared nostrils before commenting in a voice that is meant to be mild and indifferent. It most certainly is anything but - the casual challenge she had spoke with moments ago forming into a version with harder edges. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
Her ears twitch towards him when he replies to her question but the brush of her feathers against his utterly empties Altissima’s head of everything else except awareness of that contact. It was such a small, breeze of a touch and yet it makes her forget for that brief moment to be annoyed about his teasing that the hot springs were more than she could handle, or that she was eager to go there at all.
And then Tarian keeps talking and that momentary haziness evaporates instantly.
Her ears flatten and her eyes are a vibrant shade of furious pink when she turns her head to look at him - though they flicker with another darker shade when she’s reminded of just how close they are. She is distracted from those distracting thoughts by how much Tarian’s words have rattled her. It was a joke, some part of her mind tells her, but it hits too close to the truth that she hates.
Altissima is not a violent mare but for a short moment she considers biting Tarian. He’s close enough that she could do it easily and it might be worth surprising him. She doubted he considered her much of a threat. “I am not that fragile.” Altissima bites out with her words instead of her teeth, only just barely managing to keep her voice down and it kills her to have to add the that. Because he had seen her fragile, he had seen her close to death, and now - now did he really think she was so weak that just enjoying herself could send her into shock? Did he think that she was just that incapable?
The way it stings her is a surprise, though she supposes it shouldn't be. She can't imagine he thought very much of her, despite - well despite whatever had inspired him to share with her the baby turtles racing into the sea.
Although part of her certainly wants to, she doesn’t look away from him. Altissima exhales noisily through flared nostrils before commenting in a voice that is meant to be mild and indifferent. It most certainly is anything but - the casual challenge she had spoke with moments ago forming into a version with harder edges. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
altissima
@[Tarian]
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