Evers watches her face turn to panic, his own contorting into swift concern as she suddenly backed away from him. Her eyes seem lost in some land he could not reach and yes, so desperately he wanted to reach her! To place his nose upon her shoulders, to find her in that drowning memory and pull her from it so she could breathe. Yet, his legs do not move in fright that he might scare her away, he’d already done enough to make her panic. The Able wasn’t used to situations like this, him the scholar and the roamer, who had learnt to live with his own company. He didn’t know what to do or say to calm her down, the situation was just too intense and then … She was gone. Her wings taking her to the air, leaving a shocked Evers upon the ground who stood there for a good few minutes after just gazing up at the sky, Rita coming to fall beside him. A low cry escaping her maw making the blue roan’s face twist in desperate sadness, his mind replaying what looked like grief on her face.
Blue eyes finally managed to draw away from the sky and he gazed down forlornly at Rita. "What have I done?" Canine eyes meet his and she moved to sit next to his hocks, her short fur brushing against his own in a familiar touch that was gratefully welcomed by Evers. Slowly, the skinny pair began to make their way back down as he thought back to their conversation and cursed himself. If only he hadn’t let go of his emotions and thought it through better, now he’d scared her off and perhaps she might not ever talk to him again. The stud could feel his heart sinking further and further, a new awful feeling entering his body and bringing his head down lower. Was this why he never got too close to others? Was he unconsciously trying to protect himself from the feeling of being torn apart? The sun was drifting lower, darkness was beckoning and it took some effort for Evers to finally increase his pace.
Jogging along at a brisk trot, Rita running beside him as they made their way back to the Foothills, he thought back once again. This time to his own feelings. His own emotions. Even now he couldn’t deny the feelings that were starting to stir there, feelings that he wasn’t going to be able to shove away very easily now they had been found. What could he do now? If Irrydae didn’t want to see him then seeking her out was going to be a bad idea and yet, how could he apologize if he didn’t see her? He was also partly scared, there was a part of him that had grown affection for her, would he be able to conceal it? In the end, Evers came to the conclusion that if he truly cared for her then yes, he would be able to conceal it for her sake.
Determination now setting in his gaze, he picked up his pace into a canter and headed the rest of the way home.
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[P] You won't find faith or hope down a telescope [Irrydae]
