The things we leave behind (Jakub)

[Adria]

-Adria-

In tandem, the pair silently regard each other with hesitance. Adria’s reservations about the stallion stem from curiosity: who was the boy behind the iron mask? A warrior no doubt. Loyal and bold, certainly. But who was Jakub?

She thinks part of the answer is revealed when he lowers his mouth to the earth and plucks one large flower for her, gently (despite his size and strength) maneuvering to place the object into the thick folds of her tan mane. When he leans in, Adria lowers her mouth and brushes a soft, demure kiss into the topside of his bent neck. A small thank you for his gentleman-like nature.

He’s nearly everything she dreamed of in a suitor when she’d been just a young girl adventuring around Beqanna.

“Your lady would like to see the volcano close up, if that’s possible.” Adria smiled as he leaned away. A flutter of birds gave them soft background music as they began to walk, and the faint swish swish of the Nereid’s long tail kept time to their steps. “Have you been there before?” She wondered, glancing across his withers and noticing the large scar that covered his spine, “Did that injury happen in the war?” The little mare asked him shyly.

Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me

@[Jakub] it's fine! I love them <3