love is a temporary madness...
Had she known his age, she might have felt ancient in comparison. Not that age matters much to her. Not anymore, at least. Even so, she is still old as compared to many of the inhabitants of this land (with a few exceptions, of course). When one had aged so many years, it is easy to begin losing track of them. It occurs to her with a sudden start that she cannot even recall exactly how many summers ago it is that she had been born. She had already been several times the roan stallion’s age when she had returned to the Dale those short eight summers ago. But in eight years, so much had changed. Even she had changed.
But that is not something she wishes to linger on now. As he begins to shake excess water from himself, Elysteria steps back, a grin forming on her lips. It is refreshing to be able to converse so easily with a horse, to be able to behave in a less restrained manner. It had been some time since she had had the opportunity to have such an easy, simple conversation. A conversation with no expectations, with no goals. She had missed that.
She nods slightly as he assents to her suggestion, her delicate ears tipping forward to catch the rest of his comment. A quizzical expression crosses her features as he mentions an animal she had never heard of before.
“A Pseudemys concinna concinna? I’m afraid I do not know of this animal.”
As he continues, discussing the difficulty of catching such a turtle, her expression clears. Turtles she does know of (or at least, she has some limited knowledge of them).
“Ah. We do have several varieties of turtles here. I would be hard pressed to name all of them for you though. But if we keep an eye out, we might catch sight of one or two.”
With a lingering smile, she turns and begins in the direction of the river. Her step is relaxed, unhurried. Cinnamon eyes sparkling brightly, she turns her warm gaze back onto Weir.
“Do you study animals? You seem to know a fair amount about these turtles.”
But that is not something she wishes to linger on now. As he begins to shake excess water from himself, Elysteria steps back, a grin forming on her lips. It is refreshing to be able to converse so easily with a horse, to be able to behave in a less restrained manner. It had been some time since she had had the opportunity to have such an easy, simple conversation. A conversation with no expectations, with no goals. She had missed that.
She nods slightly as he assents to her suggestion, her delicate ears tipping forward to catch the rest of his comment. A quizzical expression crosses her features as he mentions an animal she had never heard of before.
“A Pseudemys concinna concinna? I’m afraid I do not know of this animal.”
As he continues, discussing the difficulty of catching such a turtle, her expression clears. Turtles she does know of (or at least, she has some limited knowledge of them).
“Ah. We do have several varieties of turtles here. I would be hard pressed to name all of them for you though. But if we keep an eye out, we might catch sight of one or two.”
With a lingering smile, she turns and begins in the direction of the river. Her step is relaxed, unhurried. Cinnamon eyes sparkling brightly, she turns her warm gaze back onto Weir.
“Do you study animals? You seem to know a fair amount about these turtles.”
elysteria