it erupts like a volcano, then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
It is early afternoon when she feels him. The sun shines brightly down from a cloudless blue sky, warming the earth, caressing her skin. The heat feels exquisite upon her flesh, loosening the stressed muscle in her shoulder. But when she feels the new emotions ping suddenly against the edges of her consciousness, all thoughts of relaxation are forgotten.
She doesn’t recognize him by his emotions alone. Her gift is too new, it has been far too long since she had last seen him. But she is curious, drawn by the unknown presence that had suddenly materialized in the midst of the Dale. And so she turns, following her senses in order to find him. As she walks, she favors her right forelimb. Though her shoulder has mostly healed, it still pains her. She wonders if it will pain her for the rest of her life.
When she sees him, she halts abruptly in surprise. She had not expected to find him here, though she should have. Where else would he be?
Tears prick her eyes as she stares at him, but as shock gives way to happiness, a brilliant smile curves her lips. She steps forward, half expecting him to disappear before she reaches him. But he does not. He is here, real and solid. A mixture of emotions well, overwhelming her with years of pent up longings, fears, joys, and sorrows. In the end though, her greeting is simple.
“Tiphon. It has been a while.”
Her words are soft, happiness warming her tone. Her russet eyes are fixed on him, studying him, ensuring his wellness for herself. He appears unchanged, the same stallion she had last laid eyes upon years ago now. Such a sight for sore eyes. She has not been so fortunate. Though she has not aged a day since last they had met, her once flawless bay coat now has a handful of jagged scars decorating her shoulder, barrel and flank.
You have to work out whether your roots
have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.