it has come to pass...

The immaculate figment hadn’t accumulated a great distance from Kimber or Tharos, but enough of a gap for the two-tone beat of the stallion to be engaged. Auditors swiveled like a swinging door at his approach and it was everything she could do to keep her stomach in check. As his ebony shoulder glazed the length of her timeless entirety, she ignored the twinge of pain that twisted her gut. How was she going to bear this? It hurt her insides so, that she had to bite back the tears that were practically forcing to break over the edge.

Shaking her dainty countenance, her pearly silk strands billowed against her slender nape. She felt the space amid their bodies deepen and the shock of relief released from her physique, sent a trembling wave over her. His elevation, in comparison to her petite frame, was almost overwhelming, or was it a mix with the build of his breeding that compensated for the towering effect. She couldn’t say for sure, but it’s not like the physics of the issue mattered, it was the sensation that tortured her.

Their strides matched in unison easily, and as he fell in step alongside her, she held her breath for a moment while she could hear in the silence his words penetrate the air. "Hope you don't mind if'n I join you, ma'am." Well, as implication gave way, he was going to be escorting her back to the Foothills. For the time being, she might as well appreciate the company and introduce him to his new home. But why her?

“If you wish, you are welcome.”

Music even to a nightingale’s ears, her lullaby drifted on the forest’s whisper. His piercing stare of silver and blue set her physique afire. Pin needles were a sensational illusion, a torrent that spread like wild fire, covering her from cranium to her rear silks that trailed her tracks. What did he see in her anyway? She wondered, as she had all but a moment to herself. She certainly had not said anything profound, or done anything worth noting. Right?

Out of the blue, he introduced himself as Tharos. An appropriate calling for one as such, she reasoned with herself. If the shoe fits… right? And then some babble about not having said his name while she had been around, which was correct, she hadn’t. So much for alleviating her migraine headache, but she was depending on the movement of fresh air to help circulate her blood flow and get her brain functioning again. So far her fatigue had receded, that was a good sign.

“… how old are you, really? I thought you was young when I first got to lookin' at you, but I don't think you are, really."

Her strides ran cold and the ceasing of her movements was harsh. Old? Her forelock had Newton’s third law still in action, as her momentum stopped, the fluid ripple of her bangs settled against her face like gently placed sonwflakes, or feathers. What did she say to that. If there was ever an odd time to ask of someone’s age… who did that anyway? Usually you just assume, hey, they are older than me, or hey, they are younger than me. But straight out inquiring about one’s age? As she jerked her façade, a snort was emitted, before her journey to return home was continued.

“I am as old as time.”

It was a response that she didn’t even have to think about. It was a natural reply that frankly, she presumed, should be accepted as fact, and left at that. Woman do not like to age. It means that their youth is fading, and time was running out. But she had to remind herself that she was no longer a human. No longer caged by the measurement of time. The only thing that threatened her existence was actual death. Her embodiment was always continuously healing itself. But a death wound would take her life. Just the visit down memory lane brought the claws of death grasping for her neck. A fight she had fought for too long, and now she was safe.

Stealing a glance over to Tharos, she figured if they were to be traveling together, she might as well try and make amiable conversation of sorts. She gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts, before opening her muzzle and letting her vocals harmonize amidst them.

“What brings you here, Tharos?”

It was really a simply question, but it didn’t hold a specific answer. She wondered what kind of answer she would receive from her inquisition.