I love him from the skin to my bones
She is distracted by her own follies when the draft pauses, breath quivering and weak within his chest. He utters her name and she turns quickly on her heel to face him with wide, worried eyes. In an instant she is flustered no more and the mare relents before coming to stand alongside the male, her shoulder pressed to his in order to keep him adrift. “Not much longer, I promise. Let me help you,” she murmurs quietly. Though Malachi is heavier in build Essetia, like her father, is tall and reaches above him in stature. She urges him once more to lean into her, to surrender and allow her his burden… Though she has grown distant from her treasonous father, she has clearly inherited his nature to help others… his gentle heart.
Ahead, the borders of the Falls paint themselves into the horizon. Essetia is relieved to know that they are close enough to taste the fresh scent of her exotic home and she gestures for Romul’s aid in calling attention to their arrival. Devout as he is, the wolf darts ahead before releasing a long, mournful song. It echoes into the Falls like a beacon of light, of hope, for Malachi’s approach. Essetia wants an arsenal of horses, or healers, of anyone who can help and so she too lifts a burning cry to the curious atmosphere. They were home… but they weren’t out of the woods just yet.
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