Sometimes, her abilities are as much curse as they are gift. She sees so much, and yet sometimes, it reveals so little. She is sensitive to the finer expressions others might make, the faint twitch or flicker of an eye that might give away some of what they are feeling or thinking, but she can never know for certain. Her abilities as a spy are unparalleled, but her ability to read minds and predict actions are no greater than that of nearly any other horse.
And in Wyrm, perhaps she remains willfully ignorant. She has long since surpassed any notion she might have had of simply using him for her own gains. No, he knows too much of her. She relies far more on him than she ever should have. So, perhaps in that one small way she rebels. Ignoring what is right there before her very nose.
But even she is not made of steel. Even she is often prisoner to the whims of her emotions. Especially where he is concerned.
Especially when he is so very… understanding.
When he presses a bold kiss against her skin, a shiver races down her spine, unexpected and yet not unwelcome. Instead her gaze fixes on him, staring in silence as he utters a dangerous vow that she could not have been more pleased to hear. Pressing into him once more, her soft lips against the curve where neck meets shoulder, she hides a smile against his emerald skin. Finally, her lips tracing a gentle path along his neck, she whispers a response into his soft coat, words warm and breathy. “You will be the first I call.” The only one she would call.
Reaching the hollow where jaw meets throat, she nibbles lightly before placing string of feathery kisses along the curve of his rounded cheek. She doesn’t withdraw this time, instead keeping herself pressed closely against him, blue melding with green, a silent thank you for his allegiance. And an even bolder promise.
