[open] someone whose eyes are on the horizon

[Islay]

It had taken only an instant to find her. There were plenty of other horses around us - some weanlings, yearlings, and small family bands - and yet she had stayed. It's something that I hadn't even realized I was worried about until our conversation kept going - that the longer we stood together, the more I came to realize I would miss her after we had parted.

It had taken only an instant, yet, isn't it funny how it all changes in the course of a lazy summer afternoon?

This comes so easily, so naturally. This give-and-pull that happens comes as naturally as the tide comes up or the sun rises and falls. It comes as easily as my stars appear each night. It means that the smile that comes is easy, too. It is quiet and yet it is full of this afternoon I have shared with her; of new experiences and, perhaps, new beginnings.  Though I've said that I wished for more siblings, it's tempting to tease: "Maybe you could borrow my brother." (I love Bran, dearly. And this jesting is the joking of siblings, of a younger one towards an older one.) My father had often loved to bring other foals from the Den and since Narcisus, he hasn't brought another back.

My family might never compare to @[aestas] in size but I imagine despite their differences in size, she must have an older brother (or sister) that teases her as well.

She bumps my neck and I return the gesture, my quiet smile becoming more playful. When do we plan this next adventure? she asks and my pale blue head lifts. I know the tides and their patterns almost as well as I know the constellations. It won't be hard to come to Tephra and bring my sun-marked friend to Islandres. "I've never portaled before," I admit and my head tilts towards her, my expression curious because I'm wondering if this is how she often travels (and isn't that mystical to think about? The endless avenues of Magic and how they are used - channeled - is an ever-growing wonder to me). My dark blue eyes - like the water of my tropical home - follow back in the direction towards Tephra.

"I can meet you?" I offer, and then an idea blossoms (because I can't know that the Never-Ending Night is coming). "We could meet at the next full moon." Not so long as a few weeks but long enough, I think as my gaze looks to meet hers.