Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
The sky overhead is filled with stars, bright and glittering. The wind blows down from the mountains, crisp with the scent of snow, and Gale shifts comfortably against Mazikeen’s warm side. Almost awake, he stretches, then curls more snugly against her and drifts back to sleep.
Some time later, when Gale is still dreaming, his body wanders down to the lake.
There is no sign that anything is awry; Gale’s face looks no different as he stares at his reflection in the water. Same blue eyes, same white mane, same white-blazed navy face. He takes a drink, and thinks about Mazikeen’s fighting fish friend, and decides that perhaps he’ll drink from the streams instead. This feels rude, somehow.
Who else might be here, he wonders as he looks up at the slopes of the mountain, sweeping away from him as though he stood at the very heart of the world. The moonlight is bright on the stark cliffs of bare stone, and Gale will wonder in the morning why he remembers the beauty of the moment so clearly when he cannot recall anything else about it.
A shadow crosses overhead, a black osprey who thinks it strange that Gale is not responding through their telepathic bond.
Gale hears something and goes still, searching for the source of the sound and relying on the senses of this equine shape to find whomever might be approaching.
@[anyone that wants to meet Gale who is currently not Gale :) ]
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