There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She watches the shiver that runs across the green mare’s skin, following the trembling flesh with an almost hungry gaze. She nearly touches her lips to skin, wanting to feel that slight quiver. But she resists. She resists because she is not entirely certain how Astri would react. Whether she would welcome her touch.
She doesn’t recognize the other woman’s returned interest. Not right away, at least. It is something new. Novel. She has crashed and burned so many times that it has almost become second nature to her. She doesn’t know what it is to succeed. Not in this department, at least. Give her a fight to pick and she would have that wrapped up in a heartbeat. But romance? Suffice it to say that, in most cases, it is not actually the thought that counts.
She follows the other mare’s gaze to the young girl a short distance away. She eyes for a moment, admiring the darker green coloring that offers a lovely complement to her mother’s. Her gaze flicks back to Astri when her name passes her lips, causing a faint curl of… of something to unfurl inside of her.
The woman’s laughter at her descriptive response causes an echoing smile to curve her lips. It is a real smile, something rarely seen upon her features. She likes that she had made her laugh. She does not usually think of herself as very amusing. Tipping her head slightly at the last part of the mare’s comment, she eyes her in bafflement.
”Me?”
Her curiosity and confusion are evident. She had never really considered herself anything special, and certainly not any sort of authority on any subject in particular.
Astri continues, and Joscelin gazes her with a new light in her eye. A new realization. An understanding that they are far more similar than she might have thought them to be. She looks more closely at the mare, her golden gaze thoughtful, considering.
It is true, the other woman is not all soft curves and softer eyes. She has angles and edges, a roughness (fierceness, almost) that Joscelin can appreciate. That tells her quite clearly that this is a woman who can take care of herself. She has always been drawn to strong women. To unique women. She does not want a spineless sap with bedroom eyes and a boring personality. She wants someone with fire in their veins and a story in their gaze.
She doesn’t care that Astri is rambling a bit. Every word she says makes perfect sense to her. She understands. She knows. Because that has been her life too. Only, she has always known why the pieces don’t always fit.
Easing closer, she lifts her pale muzzle, brushing against the brightly colored mare in a tentative caress. Her words, when they come, escape her lips on a soft breath.
”Sometimes you just need to find the right pieces.”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria