The water numbs her lips, biting and clawing its way down her throat, but oh, the bite does seem to bring life back into her flesh. Funny both cold and heat can do that to someone. Warmth might put her to sleep, a victim of insomniatic and worrisome nights, while the chill works better than a jolt of caffeine to the heart. Hoofsteps crunch behind her, and Yael raises her head, water dripping from her lips and beading into tiny bits of ice on her whiskers. Long ears swivel to catch the beautiful pegasus’ question (for truly, the starry-skinned mare is a wonder to behold, and Yael is struck by the thought that if she looked long enough, she might get lost in the pinpricks of light forever), shrugging in response. “Eet bites een a vay t’at vakes you up, t’at makes you t’ink of life.” And then a soft chuckle, “But i vould razer die t’an take a bat een eet!”
Her lips pull into a wide, genuine smile, welcoming the mare into her company, if that was what she sought. “Shalom, Serenitee. I ahm Yael.” Her mouth rounds and her tongue dances over the foreign word - and if it wasn’t clear that she was an outsider before, it is now. “Oh? I vould not mind a valk at all.” Her wings open and she dips her head as if to indicate that Serenity should lead the way. Yael is more than happy to have a tour guide.
Being alone is... well, lonely sometimes.
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@Serenity Not at all! Im so glad someone came along and picked up the thread :)
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