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02-02-2016, 06:49 PM
She is so lost in the voice of her melody, in the song of her ancestors that she does not notice his presence. It had grasped her, the song of soft lengths and high chimes, twisting her touch to reality and bringing her back to the interstellar worlds. It quickly ended as the touch of another spooked her, embarrassment leaking through silver eyes that one was to hear such sacred harmony. Her body swung away from that touch(she was so unoftently touched, so tenderly touched) flank spinning away as she faced her assumed predator. She could not yet to decipher if the man was predator or fellow, for the man that echoed in blue orbs was not the man she knew. Her heart clenches, sorrowful, wanting only for the bright light to return to his orbs.
He speaks then and she is momentarily distracted, but when his eyes return back to her and ask of her health, she cannot help but once again gaze in those torn, broken eyes. He could try to hide it if he wished, but Katerina read stars and if she could understand the meaning of patterns and colors, the windows of the soul were no different, no veil would so easily fool her. Shaking her horned head, the mare spoke, words soft, but laced with the stubbornness that would not allow him to evade her, if he so attempted. "I am fine, but I believe the question is more accurately, are you okay?" She asks, no demanded, then.
It is as she waits for his answer that her eyes drift across the mass of tembovu, the muscle, the power, the scars. She wanders more, wanting to know more about him, to explore every crevice and shadow of the depths of his mind. Had any dared to get to know him so well? Had any cared? Was there something so little known about the man that the silver could discover? What had broken the blue and turned his vibrant peaceful oceans into the echo of devastation after a sorrowful sea storm?
@Tembovu
