06-25-2021, 11:37 AM
Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Feelings were far removed from any exactness. They were an art more than a science, open to interpretation and misinterpretation. This was compounded by history.
Amarine did not doubt that Yanhua loved her. It was impossible to do, when she could feel first hand how he felt with her. On that same token, however, was the knowledge that he was something of an easy lover. His heart was an open thing, seeking out the good and beauty in every creature he met. And finding it, often as not. It was difficult not to take things to heart when she could fell exactly how his love was divided.
Ama's smile was soft and distant, her leaning into Yanhua's touch a habit as much as a reassurance. He chattered on, and the naturally soft spoken mare found herself fading into the part of the quiet, dutiful wife.
"Of course," she assented when asked to come along. Tephra's border was not so very far away, the jungle tangled land a lush thickening of their own forest as the landscape transitioned. Her delicate wings fluttered in the sunlight, velvet black and green that melded with the surroundings most days.
She was eager to go, to see off this beautiful stranger before she became another beautiful wife, but the mention of the jungle kingdom had changed something in the buckskin's demeanor. Her gentle Confidence faltered, something like Apprehension taking its place. For all that she was carrying her own baggage, Ama was helpless to ignore another's distress.
"Who are you looking for?" She asked with subtle concern. "Maybe we know them," or Yan might, anyway. She herself had always been a homebody, unlikely to cross paths with anything that didn't come to her first.
...Amarine
@Yanhua @Bardot