where we break when our hearts are strong enough
The invitation is tempting.
It’s terrifying.
It’s thrilling.
She hears it and isn’t sure what to make of it, so she just nods and turns away, running away into the dying sun, finding the nooks and the crannies where it is the most quiet.
She doesn’t plan on coming, at least that’s what she keeps telling herself.
Parties aren’t really her thing. She does everything she can to avoid large crowds.
She isn’t exactly a winning conversationalist.
And yet—
And yet, she finds herself here regardless.
Her hooves sink into the sand and she stops, nose drifting down to sniff at it, the softest of grains blowing with her breath. She hasn’t spent much time on a beach before, and she finds herself dazzled by it. Her indigo eyes grow wide with wonder and she looks up, studying the water and the flowers and the light as it begins to grow dim. The breeze sweeps across her, washing down her side and lifting the tangles of her mane from her silky, slender neck. It is beautiful here, she thinks. She can see why others call it home.
It is, of course, then that she sees him.
Just as she remembers him that night when stars burst from his chest to light up the sky.
She grows shy in remembering, ducking her head down and cursing herself for coming to this silly party when she doesn’t know a soul here. She looks back up from behind her forelock and then makes her way to the water, pulse hammering slightly. It was silly of her to come and even sillier for her to be one of the first souls here when she isn’t connected in any way. Part of her wants to go up to him, even though he clearly belongs here and she doesn’t even know his name, but the other part of her is too proud.
So instead she turns to wade into the water, letting it rise up to her ankles and lap at her legs.
She leans down, darkening her nose with it and smiling softly.
At the very least, the trip had been worth it for the sights.
we can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood