10-17-2019, 03:33 PM
He hears her, but not soon enough. In an attempt to be unseen, the midnight stallion freezes in place, hoping that it's dark enough for the night to conceal him from searching eyes. It's worked in the past, but tonight the tactic proves unsuccessful. Through the dark, and past the light rustle of his own breathing, a sweet feminine voice cuts through the stillness.
A sharp swallow pushes down his throat, knowing he's got nowhere to hide. Especially now that it's clear he's already been seen. Speaking of stars, where is Antares? The familiar warm presence has not yet arrived, and Tyr knows that the stars should be awakening by now.
He's stalling inside his own head, and it's been a long moment since she spoke. Surely he must seem like an idiot by now. Another hard swallow, and he lifts his head slightly, voice a low rasp of a thing as he responds. "Not yet," and it's true enough. His friend hasn't arrived to say much of anything yet. But the night was young, barely born. He has nothing but time in the world.
His motions are hesitant as he turns to face the voice, hair hanging thick in his face as he tries to locate her. It had been a her, hadn't it? He was fairly certain. She'd been soft spoken and gentle, even if the question made for an odd greeting.
"Have they whispered anything to you?" He found himself asking, bemused at the idea. Was she another who found company with the celestial beings? That would be a first, or second, if he counted himself. His face records every thought, an open book beneath the curtain of white he shields it with. He found himself deeply curious about the girl who asked about the stars, to a stallion she stumbled upon only moments ago. What kind of mind she must have, to think that way.
@[lilliana]
A sharp swallow pushes down his throat, knowing he's got nowhere to hide. Especially now that it's clear he's already been seen. Speaking of stars, where is Antares? The familiar warm presence has not yet arrived, and Tyr knows that the stars should be awakening by now.
He's stalling inside his own head, and it's been a long moment since she spoke. Surely he must seem like an idiot by now. Another hard swallow, and he lifts his head slightly, voice a low rasp of a thing as he responds. "Not yet," and it's true enough. His friend hasn't arrived to say much of anything yet. But the night was young, barely born. He has nothing but time in the world.
His motions are hesitant as he turns to face the voice, hair hanging thick in his face as he tries to locate her. It had been a her, hadn't it? He was fairly certain. She'd been soft spoken and gentle, even if the question made for an odd greeting.
"Have they whispered anything to you?" He found himself asking, bemused at the idea. Was she another who found company with the celestial beings? That would be a first, or second, if he counted himself. His face records every thought, an open book beneath the curtain of white he shields it with. He found himself deeply curious about the girl who asked about the stars, to a stallion she stumbled upon only moments ago. What kind of mind she must have, to think that way.
@[lilliana]