12-15-2020, 11:10 PM
give my all to watch you fall
There is relevance in the dichotomy of the two worlds she exists between.
The sun is hot on her exposed topline; the water is cool on both her belly and legs. She lingers somewhere in the middle of being too hot and too cold. Comfortable, some would say. Much like her life, she exists between the two possibilities of wanting to stay and wanting to run. She knows that there is a life and people waiting on her in Ischia. The land of swaying palm trees has been like a light in the everdark of places she had tried to call home before. None had tempted her like this one, dangling the notion of family like a rare fruit before her mouth. But as sweet as it was, she also loved the darkness of before, loved the mystery and intrigue of the unknown. Now, she chooses to stay except when she runs: to the river and the meadow and all the other places she can. She is comfortable, even, for now.
The black and orange drifts aimlessly in the sun-flecked blue. She’s not worried about washing out too far or not being able to find her way back. Her sensitive nose has trailed an elk for days after finding a few small traces of blood on the leaf-strewn forest floor. Titanya’s theory is that he scraped a knee. She is a strong swimmer, too, thanks to Halcyon’s insane proclivity for diving headfirst into strong surf. Obviously she is going to go with him on these asinine jaunts so she can pull him out of the water if the need arises. So she has few worries today besides the ones jetting around inside of her skull somewhere between her ears. Those she can’t build muscles up or uses her senses to try to fix. Those are her least favorite kinds of problems.
She is happily startled out of her head when she hears a familiar voice berating her from the shoreline. Well, not too familiar. If he’d spoken only in grunts and groans like in the Alliance, she would have recognized him sooner. “Excuse you!” She has half a mind to keep on floating on after his jab. But he did tell her ‘good job’ at the end. She supposes she can always beat him up if he sasses her again.
Titanya paddles perpendicular to the current now, drawing closer to the shore with each swipe of her paw. She sees already that Nashua looks older than he had when they fought, more filled out. Her gold eyes search for the red V mark of his time on the Plains. When she pulls herself up out of the water, she rises up into her darker equine form at the same time.
“You know us ladies are more delicate and take much longer to recover,” she says a little too sweetly, batting her eyes at the chestnut stallion. A wicked grin twists her lips then, dissolving any doubts about her sincerity. She would love to see him challenge that. He is a stranger, really, apart from their fight they had little to say between them. Whatever he says next will tell her if she will be continuing the conversation or keeping their relationship as mere strangers. She thinks maybe he is smarter than that. But she’d also love any excuse to break those pretty wings if she needs to. “How about you, Nashua? Are you fully recovered?”
The sun is hot on her exposed topline; the water is cool on both her belly and legs. She lingers somewhere in the middle of being too hot and too cold. Comfortable, some would say. Much like her life, she exists between the two possibilities of wanting to stay and wanting to run. She knows that there is a life and people waiting on her in Ischia. The land of swaying palm trees has been like a light in the everdark of places she had tried to call home before. None had tempted her like this one, dangling the notion of family like a rare fruit before her mouth. But as sweet as it was, she also loved the darkness of before, loved the mystery and intrigue of the unknown. Now, she chooses to stay except when she runs: to the river and the meadow and all the other places she can. She is comfortable, even, for now.
The black and orange drifts aimlessly in the sun-flecked blue. She’s not worried about washing out too far or not being able to find her way back. Her sensitive nose has trailed an elk for days after finding a few small traces of blood on the leaf-strewn forest floor. Titanya’s theory is that he scraped a knee. She is a strong swimmer, too, thanks to Halcyon’s insane proclivity for diving headfirst into strong surf. Obviously she is going to go with him on these asinine jaunts so she can pull him out of the water if the need arises. So she has few worries today besides the ones jetting around inside of her skull somewhere between her ears. Those she can’t build muscles up or uses her senses to try to fix. Those are her least favorite kinds of problems.
She is happily startled out of her head when she hears a familiar voice berating her from the shoreline. Well, not too familiar. If he’d spoken only in grunts and groans like in the Alliance, she would have recognized him sooner. “Excuse you!” She has half a mind to keep on floating on after his jab. But he did tell her ‘good job’ at the end. She supposes she can always beat him up if he sasses her again.
Titanya paddles perpendicular to the current now, drawing closer to the shore with each swipe of her paw. She sees already that Nashua looks older than he had when they fought, more filled out. Her gold eyes search for the red V mark of his time on the Plains. When she pulls herself up out of the water, she rises up into her darker equine form at the same time.
“You know us ladies are more delicate and take much longer to recover,” she says a little too sweetly, batting her eyes at the chestnut stallion. A wicked grin twists her lips then, dissolving any doubts about her sincerity. She would love to see him challenge that. He is a stranger, really, apart from their fight they had little to say between them. Whatever he says next will tell her if she will be continuing the conversation or keeping their relationship as mere strangers. She thinks maybe he is smarter than that. But she’d also love any excuse to break those pretty wings if she needs to. “How about you, Nashua? Are you fully recovered?”
@[Nashua]: sorry, she got feisty on me