Yanhua
Yanhua hadn’t forgotten about Amarine - how could he? What about her could possibly be forgettable? In fact, for a while after he’d met her, the chestnut colt wandered the northern border on purpose just so he might get a glimpse of her in his rounds, but the same figure he now saw clipping over the small green boulders had never passed by. Amarine looked well; her fairy-colored hair gleamed as did her gemstone body, and Yanhua smiled a half-grin at the sound of his name being shouted across the moors like that: all high-pitched and maybe even a twinge desperate, in case he moved on without acknowledging her.
“One and the same!” He answered with a laugh, then flicked his copper ears up between his horns at the feeling she was relaying to him.
Welcome. Amarine’s magical gift, augmented emotion, rolled over him with the clean, sharp clarity of sensational power he could immediately interpret through his own magic; Yanhua’s mind went blank and Nerine disappeared for the blink of an eye. He could feel the sensation of his brother’s nose pressed into his own flank, warm from his breath. He could see her, Amarine, with those aqua eyes of her’s beginning to nearly glow - a memory of their past encounter. These were Yanhua’s versions of Ama’s magically-induced emotions, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten how beautifully she crafted them.
Yan smiled and broke the spell, though you could hardly tell he’d paused at all. He moved off the well-worn path down to where Amarine was, finding his way easily despite how tall he’d gotten, seemingly in no rush. A year of growth and a part-time gig in Taiga as a ‘warrior’ kept him lean, but not so much scrawny these days. His pelt shone like well-polished copper, both his mane and tail were literally glowing gold despite the sun being partially out from the clouds. He was very clearly happy to see her, and said as much by giving her a memory he’d been working on since they’d last met:
It was of Amarine’s face, stoic and a bit disappointed, but in Yanhua’s eyes all the more strikingly lovely because of it. She’d been staring out to sea, letting the wind play with her mane, and he’d had only a moment to catch her haunting expression before he’d stumbled over a rock -
Yanhua clipped off the memory there, chuckling to himself. No doubt she wouldn’t need his help recalling what came next. He was curious though, and cheated a bit by asking Ama, “How did it look?”
Along with the expression in his eyes, the rest of Yan softened when he stopped in front of the black mare. This time, he was quick and professional about withdrawing any possible emotion Ama might pick up on, and pretty certain she would feel instant relief from the burden of his feelings. He’d practiced daily, hoping she’d sense the improvement the next opportunity he got to show off.
“Looking at you now, I hardly think my memories could do you justice.” Yanhua’s eyes melted entirely, softening without his consent.
“One and the same!” He answered with a laugh, then flicked his copper ears up between his horns at the feeling she was relaying to him.
Welcome. Amarine’s magical gift, augmented emotion, rolled over him with the clean, sharp clarity of sensational power he could immediately interpret through his own magic; Yanhua’s mind went blank and Nerine disappeared for the blink of an eye. He could feel the sensation of his brother’s nose pressed into his own flank, warm from his breath. He could see her, Amarine, with those aqua eyes of her’s beginning to nearly glow - a memory of their past encounter. These were Yanhua’s versions of Ama’s magically-induced emotions, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten how beautifully she crafted them.
Yan smiled and broke the spell, though you could hardly tell he’d paused at all. He moved off the well-worn path down to where Amarine was, finding his way easily despite how tall he’d gotten, seemingly in no rush. A year of growth and a part-time gig in Taiga as a ‘warrior’ kept him lean, but not so much scrawny these days. His pelt shone like well-polished copper, both his mane and tail were literally glowing gold despite the sun being partially out from the clouds. He was very clearly happy to see her, and said as much by giving her a memory he’d been working on since they’d last met:
It was of Amarine’s face, stoic and a bit disappointed, but in Yanhua’s eyes all the more strikingly lovely because of it. She’d been staring out to sea, letting the wind play with her mane, and he’d had only a moment to catch her haunting expression before he’d stumbled over a rock -
Yanhua clipped off the memory there, chuckling to himself. No doubt she wouldn’t need his help recalling what came next. He was curious though, and cheated a bit by asking Ama, “How did it look?”
Along with the expression in his eyes, the rest of Yan softened when he stopped in front of the black mare. This time, he was quick and professional about withdrawing any possible emotion Ama might pick up on, and pretty certain she would feel instant relief from the burden of his feelings. He’d practiced daily, hoping she’d sense the improvement the next opportunity he got to show off.
“Looking at you now, I hardly think my memories could do you justice.” Yanhua’s eyes melted entirely, softening without his consent.
I GOT | Extra | FEELINGS
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