05-07-2021, 09:48 AM
The light that meets the dark
When she’d been younger (and for Cheri that wasn’t so long ago) Targaryen had always playfully tussled her. A nudge here, a shove there. As she grew, their contact with one another changed subtly from playful interaction to guiding gentleness. Cheri had gotten comfortable using her powers for small injuries or fevers, and in turn her wings filled in until they’d become substantial and ready for flight. At that point, Targaryen had turned from playmate to instructor. Cheri was desperate to learn and as always, Targaryen was patient enough to teach her when they had spare hours to practice. She remembered the firm but natural way he’d educated her, lifting her wings with his nose to simulate what movement she should make when dipping, or lightly tapping her in the areas where she needed to build the most muscle for the kind of flyer she wished to become.
On more than one of those occasions, Cheri had felt a strange sort of tingling in her limbs or she’d feel her own heart kick up a beat in response, but never had she flushed with heat the way she did when Yen impulsively reached out to brush the loose strands of her forelock away. His nicker vibrated against her skin, tender in an unexpected way, and for a brief moment Cheri had nearly reacted by lifting her dark mouth to lip softly at the edges of his. She’d gotten about as far as leaning forward when he’d jerked away again, and the reaction left her a bit confused … but not put off entirely.
He was just being nice. “Yikes.” She thought, slightly embarrassed. “Can’t believe I almost did that.” Cheri shuffled her hooves through the silver shoreline and shook her nerves, along with her wings, out. Could she imagine? Kissing Targaryen … how absurd, right? “Totally absurd.” She smiled quietly in his direction, noting how his gaze lingered over her outspread wings. Probably checking to make sure she wasn’t carrying a loose twig or something, like a good teacher did. For a moment she studied him: the noble slant of his attractive face, how smooth and masculine his cheekbones were, the way he held himself with a pleasant, casual charm befitting a stallion of rank, and then she pictured herself curling up against those muscular shoulders, peppering tender kissing up the arc of his distinguished neck as lovers might … and her heart constricted, painfully.
She resolved not to think about it anymore, quick to take to the air and lift herself up beside Targaryen as his equal. In the clouds her head could be clear, focused. Cheri let her confusion and fear slip away, allowing for the simple joy of life’s enjoyments to take its place. She and Targaryen were naturals at this, and in the heat of their discussion about who’d won that race - Her, obviously - she threatened to knock him out of the sky with a bold, enchanting laugh. Nerine passed quickly underneath them; time always passed so quickly when they were together.
Icicle Isle took her breath away the moment it appeared through the heavy clouds of ice, quite literally. It was more intense then Cheri had expected, having never really been very far north herself. She followed Targaryen down toward the stretch of Tundra and then navigated carefully across the plains of snow and ice, never far behind her companion. By the time they both hit land, she was freezing. “I t-t-thought it w-w-was sssupposed to be sp-spring?” She tried joking through the chatter of her teeth. Tired as she was, Cheri didn’t want to stand still for long. In the distance she saw the maze made of reflective ice and she tipped her head in that direction, wings quivering and tightly bound against her sides. “W-wanna get l-l-lost?”
On more than one of those occasions, Cheri had felt a strange sort of tingling in her limbs or she’d feel her own heart kick up a beat in response, but never had she flushed with heat the way she did when Yen impulsively reached out to brush the loose strands of her forelock away. His nicker vibrated against her skin, tender in an unexpected way, and for a brief moment Cheri had nearly reacted by lifting her dark mouth to lip softly at the edges of his. She’d gotten about as far as leaning forward when he’d jerked away again, and the reaction left her a bit confused … but not put off entirely.
He was just being nice. “Yikes.” She thought, slightly embarrassed. “Can’t believe I almost did that.” Cheri shuffled her hooves through the silver shoreline and shook her nerves, along with her wings, out. Could she imagine? Kissing Targaryen … how absurd, right? “Totally absurd.” She smiled quietly in his direction, noting how his gaze lingered over her outspread wings. Probably checking to make sure she wasn’t carrying a loose twig or something, like a good teacher did. For a moment she studied him: the noble slant of his attractive face, how smooth and masculine his cheekbones were, the way he held himself with a pleasant, casual charm befitting a stallion of rank, and then she pictured herself curling up against those muscular shoulders, peppering tender kissing up the arc of his distinguished neck as lovers might … and her heart constricted, painfully.
She resolved not to think about it anymore, quick to take to the air and lift herself up beside Targaryen as his equal. In the clouds her head could be clear, focused. Cheri let her confusion and fear slip away, allowing for the simple joy of life’s enjoyments to take its place. She and Targaryen were naturals at this, and in the heat of their discussion about who’d won that race - Her, obviously - she threatened to knock him out of the sky with a bold, enchanting laugh. Nerine passed quickly underneath them; time always passed so quickly when they were together.
Icicle Isle took her breath away the moment it appeared through the heavy clouds of ice, quite literally. It was more intense then Cheri had expected, having never really been very far north herself. She followed Targaryen down toward the stretch of Tundra and then navigated carefully across the plains of snow and ice, never far behind her companion. By the time they both hit land, she was freezing. “I t-t-thought it w-w-was sssupposed to be sp-spring?” She tried joking through the chatter of her teeth. Tired as she was, Cheri didn’t want to stand still for long. In the distance she saw the maze made of reflective ice and she tipped her head in that direction, wings quivering and tightly bound against her sides. “W-wanna get l-l-lost?”
@[Targaryen]