connect the space b e t w e e n [OPEN]

[Aranea]

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide Aranea imagined that everything could be seen as a gift, if only looked at through the right eyes. The ancient creature who had lived a hundred years and a hundred years more might not view their immortality the same as a newly crowned king or queen with a thousand ambitions. A magician who had lived a lifetime answering favors or loaning power might not feel the same about their gift as a parent of a sick child might, or a child itself who found wonder and joy in even the most simple of magic. It was all how you chose to look at it. These were the kinds of thoughts that were encouraged in comfortable company. As she stood with a hind leg cocked and balanced precariously on the tip of one hoof the mare allowed her thoughts free reign until he spoke again. This... this was why she was so comfortable. For while a word had not been spoken he somehow knew her well enough that he could interpret what she wanted. He was her voice and with him she was able to find some semblance of normalcy. But was this home? For a moment the ashen mare mulled over the inquiry before her head bobbed and then tipped to the side. Yes, for now. At this point of time she was comfortable in Tephra and for now she would stay. Aranea had ambitions and without the words to guide her she could not set out to determine if another kingdom would be more suited in leading her to achieve them. So, for now, she was as content as she could be. A small movement allowed her to reach for and aim to lip at his mane, a gesture that she hoped would indicate her desire for him to stay, too. Perhaps it was a bit much to ask but that did not stop her. Her weight shifted and she stomped a single delicate hoof and nudged at his shoulder with her nose, a request for him to make this home again, at least for now.