06-11-2021, 11:57 AM
( this world will have the wolves outside your door
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
She turns to face him and she is no longer the girl she’d been who’d peered at him through the darkness, promising that she had come in peace. And then she opens her mouth and it’s obvious that, in terms of personality, not much has changed.
“You wouldn’t possibly let it go to your head, would you?” he asks, the question falling out of his mouth on the back of his laugh as he continues up the slope, meeting her halfway, still grinning.
Starlore is oblivious to her appraisal, both because there are precious few young mares in the Cove to admire him and in turn inflate his ego (leaving him largely oblivious to whatever good looks he might possess) and because he has not quite worked out how to operate his ability to rifle through other’s thoughts. That said, it is not lost on him that she is a completely different shape than she’d been the last time he’d seen her, having grown into her wings and the jewels clustered on her forehead. But they’re friends and he doesn’t allow himself to dwell on these things either.
Until she goes and touches him, which goes and gets a few wires crossed because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with girls his age that he’s not related to touching him. But he hides whatever surge of hormones spirals through him with another hearty laugh and reaches out to bump her shoulder with his nose in turn. He chooses not to address the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, because that probably meant something but he’s not sure he’s ready to unpack that. “Well, you have impeccable timing because I actually just got back from a really big trip,” he says with an air of feigned importance and a cheeky grin, both meant to give away the fact that he hadn’t left at all.
He glances down at himself with her compliment, grimacing at the way the splash of labradorite on his chest catches the sunlight. “I look the same,” he says and rolls his shoulders in a shrug, “you’re the one who’s changed!” But he doesn’t let himself say any more than this before answering her question. “Yeah, they’re fine, they’re fine. Tell me about you, what have you been up to?”
“You wouldn’t possibly let it go to your head, would you?” he asks, the question falling out of his mouth on the back of his laugh as he continues up the slope, meeting her halfway, still grinning.
Starlore is oblivious to her appraisal, both because there are precious few young mares in the Cove to admire him and in turn inflate his ego (leaving him largely oblivious to whatever good looks he might possess) and because he has not quite worked out how to operate his ability to rifle through other’s thoughts. That said, it is not lost on him that she is a completely different shape than she’d been the last time he’d seen her, having grown into her wings and the jewels clustered on her forehead. But they’re friends and he doesn’t allow himself to dwell on these things either.
Until she goes and touches him, which goes and gets a few wires crossed because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with girls his age that he’s not related to touching him. But he hides whatever surge of hormones spirals through him with another hearty laugh and reaches out to bump her shoulder with his nose in turn. He chooses not to address the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, because that probably meant something but he’s not sure he’s ready to unpack that. “Well, you have impeccable timing because I actually just got back from a really big trip,” he says with an air of feigned importance and a cheeky grin, both meant to give away the fact that he hadn’t left at all.
He glances down at himself with her compliment, grimacing at the way the splash of labradorite on his chest catches the sunlight. “I look the same,” he says and rolls his shoulders in a shrug, “you’re the one who’s changed!” But he doesn’t let himself say any more than this before answering her question. “Yeah, they’re fine, they’re fine. Tell me about you, what have you been up to?”
starlore
@[Cheri]