Ciri
A soft sigh of understanding escapes her darkened lips, a sad knowing look in the swirling mercury of her eyes. She reaches out to the navy stallion, a gentle touch of her muzzle to one of those glowing scars that cast a faint golden sheen to the dark ocean of his pelt. “I’m sorry Gale.” She empathizes, knowing too well how hard the battle of love can be. “If you want to talk about it I don’t mind listening.” She offers, not wanting to pry into what had happened with the horned white mare but allowing him a shoulder to lean on if he should need it.
For the moment, whatever had happened with Mazikeen is forgotten and instead he focuses on the totems he had acquired. Resourcefully. There’s a tone to his words that makes her raise a brow but she doesn’t press him on what exactly “asking more firmly” involved. She had noticed the new nicks cut into his flesh but had not thought it worth mentioning. It shouldn’t surprise her that Gale could be fearsome in a battle if his shifting alone was anything to go by but it seems to go against his kind and gentle nature. It’s hard to imagine him fighting anyone.
She merely smiles in acceptance as he speaks of time, thinking that maybe he just needed the distractions to keep his mind from whatever had happened with his lover. “Me too.” She says with a slight laugh and a toss of her stardust mane, following his lead to this burning tree. “Have you looked into it yet yourself? What future did you see?” She teases lightly, enjoying the cool air that comes with the evening that settles firmly around them, her stars bright and a stark contrast to the shadows that fall around them. They dim slightly as they near the bright fires burning near the lake and she can’t help but admire the tree in all it’s glory. How on earth had he gotten it here? “So how does it work exactly?” She asks while considering the magical entity, completely focused on it and not on her navy companion.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Gale]