03-15-2018, 10:11 AM
Miniscule granules of sand scatter over the odd, white disk as the brush of whiskers slips over it once, then twice, and once more again for good measure. A long sigh escapes her ebon lips; contented to find that whatever the things was, it was not going to launch itself upward and onto her nose. Breckin glares at the oddity a few more moments while several thoughts flitter through her mind, but she doesn’t get much time to address them before the sound of a low whicker meets her ears. She has let her guard falter for longer than she had intended, she realizes. Previously relaxed muscles begin with tension again, preparing for who is coming to receive her. Luckily, the anxiety is quickly ebbed by the somewhat familiar bay form of Brennen.
His approach comes to a halt near where she stands. As his gaze falls to the white circle, her own follows with it. “A beach star,” she repeats quietly. Surprisingly, she is somewhat saddened to learn that the creature was in fact dead. It’s strange, but from what he describes the deceased remains of the beach star in front of them looks more beautiful than the description he gives of its still living appearance. Its an interesting realization; perhaps one that can transcend other facets of life beyond the small, hollow skeleton at their feet.
Breckin realizes with a visible jolt that he is looking at her again. He has asked a question and is patiently waiting for a reply with a kind smile. ”That sounds nice,” she replies quickly. Shifting her spotted frame, she moves so that Brennen has the opening to take the lead and guide her through the island of Ischia. Incredibly, she is eager to start up a light conversation with the stallion as she takes a couple small steps forward and then glances back to meet his gaze. There is something she has been wanting to ask him and decides to get right on with it, “So were you born with wings or did they…just appear?”
His approach comes to a halt near where she stands. As his gaze falls to the white circle, her own follows with it. “A beach star,” she repeats quietly. Surprisingly, she is somewhat saddened to learn that the creature was in fact dead. It’s strange, but from what he describes the deceased remains of the beach star in front of them looks more beautiful than the description he gives of its still living appearance. Its an interesting realization; perhaps one that can transcend other facets of life beyond the small, hollow skeleton at their feet.
Breckin realizes with a visible jolt that he is looking at her again. He has asked a question and is patiently waiting for a reply with a kind smile. ”That sounds nice,” she replies quickly. Shifting her spotted frame, she moves so that Brennen has the opening to take the lead and guide her through the island of Ischia. Incredibly, she is eager to start up a light conversation with the stallion as she takes a couple small steps forward and then glances back to meet his gaze. There is something she has been wanting to ask him and decides to get right on with it, “So were you born with wings or did they…just appear?”