06-27-2021, 09:06 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Was that confusion etched into Starlore’s brow that she saw, or had it just been a play on the eyes? Cheri thought she might’ve seen something twisted on the stallion’s face for a moment, but it vanished before she could be certain. Not one to assume, the visiting horse from Loess let the matter slip away altogether - as nonchalant as her companion was on the subject, unless it came up again.
Besides, her attention had been twisted to focus on how ridiculous she was being. Starlore hadn’t missed a beat since she’d last seen him, and he played into her fancy of being self-important with as much alacrity as Cheri could’ve hoped for. “At least some things never change.” She sighed, the ache in her belly from laughing slowly fading away as her thoughts quieted and she listened to Starlore’s story.
The silvergrass tickled her dark knees, tempting a bite that Cheri resisted. Balmy and pleasant in the moment, the weather of the bayline territory whipped at her until her locks were just as disheveled as the fields of swaying, iridescent stalks. She watched as he turned away to look out toward the edge of the horizon, and everything that lay between it and them seemed oblivious to their existence. A quiet, beautiful thing.
“Is that really why you stayed, though?” Cheri studied the angled face that was preoccupied elsewhere, waiting for the same flicker of emotion she might (or might not) have seen earlier.
Besides, her attention had been twisted to focus on how ridiculous she was being. Starlore hadn’t missed a beat since she’d last seen him, and he played into her fancy of being self-important with as much alacrity as Cheri could’ve hoped for. “At least some things never change.” She sighed, the ache in her belly from laughing slowly fading away as her thoughts quieted and she listened to Starlore’s story.
The silvergrass tickled her dark knees, tempting a bite that Cheri resisted. Balmy and pleasant in the moment, the weather of the bayline territory whipped at her until her locks were just as disheveled as the fields of swaying, iridescent stalks. She watched as he turned away to look out toward the edge of the horizon, and everything that lay between it and them seemed oblivious to their existence. A quiet, beautiful thing.
“Is that really why you stayed, though?” Cheri studied the angled face that was preoccupied elsewhere, waiting for the same flicker of emotion she might (or might not) have seen earlier.
@starlore