06-29-2020, 05:45 PM
Yanhua
"Damn." He thought, but did his best not to overly fixate on the disappointment. Amarine’s excuse for having no information at all about Lilliana was a valid one, and he let her sympathy wash over him without sticking, allowing common sense to take away his feelings like the sea dragging jetsam off the shore. Washed clean of emotion as quickly as he could manage, Yanhua nodded stiffly. At the last second he caught her lip moving, but he held off suspicion and watched her carefully instead.
He counted the gemstones dotting her face, twinkling aqua blue. They were so bright against her black skin that from farther away they’d looked like spots, and up close they stood out in the overhead sun. Offset by her equally colorful mane, Amarine was anything but plain, yet underneath it all were the finer markings of a beautiful nerinian mare. Up until this moment, Yan hadn’t known that he had a preference for anything at all aside from Taiga (and the quiet there), but looking at Amarine had him discovering revelations anyways.
He smiled, warmth coloring his expression, when her oddly-entracing gaze rose to catch his attention.
“That’s a very nice feeling.” He complimented her gift, aware of its warmth and soft pressure flowing through him. Yanhua could almost taste it on his tongue; in his head was the image of a butter yellow sunbeam, warming the fragrant petals of a blooming flower. “How do you make it go out from you like that? Share it?” He asked smoothly, a bit light-headed. He was confident in receiving, containing his own, and blocking emotions thrown at him (since everything around him echoed), but he’d never been able to reflect those ripples back onto other horses. Not yet.
Though maybe if he could do it the way Amarine had just done, with kindness and good intentions, he’d might try more often.
He counted the gemstones dotting her face, twinkling aqua blue. They were so bright against her black skin that from farther away they’d looked like spots, and up close they stood out in the overhead sun. Offset by her equally colorful mane, Amarine was anything but plain, yet underneath it all were the finer markings of a beautiful nerinian mare. Up until this moment, Yan hadn’t known that he had a preference for anything at all aside from Taiga (and the quiet there), but looking at Amarine had him discovering revelations anyways.
He smiled, warmth coloring his expression, when her oddly-entracing gaze rose to catch his attention.
“That’s a very nice feeling.” He complimented her gift, aware of its warmth and soft pressure flowing through him. Yanhua could almost taste it on his tongue; in his head was the image of a butter yellow sunbeam, warming the fragrant petals of a blooming flower. “How do you make it go out from you like that? Share it?” He asked smoothly, a bit light-headed. He was confident in receiving, containing his own, and blocking emotions thrown at him (since everything around him echoed), but he’d never been able to reflect those ripples back onto other horses. Not yet.
Though maybe if he could do it the way Amarine had just done, with kindness and good intentions, he’d might try more often.
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