She laughs aloud at the easy teasing that they fall into. Their banter has always been a rare and cherished thing, where even if serious, it is always easy between them and sometimes, not a lot has to be said to be understood. Bo sinks into the touch of those pale lips on her neck. There’s an intimacy to it - a sisterhood that they share, won through blood and sweat and sex, even if their parents are not the same. But that intimacy exists, a sisterly camaraderie that Bo delights in and has missed.
“I’ll take you there one day but you like it here so much,” she teases back. Bo can sense how hard her friend tries to keep the tone light and congenial. She knows there is darkness in that pale flesh as much as there is in hers, sable like the soft sweep of night across the sky. Just as she knows there is light beneath her dark skin and both of them at times, have trouble remembering this. “It’s not you know,” she comments idly. “You’ve always shone despite whatever darkness is cast your way or that lives inside you.”
Bo has always known too much, sensed too much. She knows Ryatah doesn’t think of herself as an angel despite how her appearance reflects it. She can’t blame her; their histories have often been entwined with blood, pain, and sacrifice. Perhaps her friend’s has more so than Bo’s; she just ran wild and basically said screw it as she kicked up her heels and decided to answer only to the wind and the stars. But Ryatah had become a queen and an angel and been so much more.
Funny how destiny works like that!
Bo leans into the nose that runs the length of her; touch has always grounded them and it grounds her now, hooves planted into this earth firmly and without a hint of wanting to leave. She laughs, a deep and hearty sound as her friend answers her. “Doing what we were taught to do best! Except for the angering part perhaps,” and there’s a slyness to her that joins the pride in her voice. Bo laughs again; “Sometimes, history bears repeating.”
That’s all she remarks on the matter, as she finally notices the stones in the eye sockets. “Well now, that’s a little unusual. Dare I ask how that happened?” She inches her nose closer to that pale face and fans a sweet grassy breath over it to lift the pale hairs out of her way so she can see the stones better.
@[Ryatah] oh yeah she asked! lol