Oona
Her thoughts cause her to become detached as they walk together. His words caressing the little hairs that poked from her lobes. She is not sure as to why he is so keen to her. The rose gray is quiet and stern. She can see his features swept by a smile and a glint in his eyes.
He is genuine. He is kind.
Oona is unsure how to be like him. She does not have a rough and tumble pass. She is a normal mare. Normal parents. Normal home. Normal life...but she is distant. Always so distant from others. She calculates. She watches. She anticipates but the move to the Tundra had been a bit of spontaneity. Dark eyes watch Bryn's and she studies the curl on his lips, the way his jaw flexes and moves with his words, the sound of his voice filling the chilled space between them.
"Home." The woman repeats the word as she looks around them before looking back to Brynmor. The chilliness suited her, wrapping her in a frozen embrace. They seem to have moved up and over the land more rapidly than Oona had expected. The gates now falling behind them. "Tell me Brynmor. How did you come about residing her?" Her tones a low, hushed. The velvet over cold steel as she draws herself closer to the stallion, curiosity in her dark eyes.
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There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'