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She does not join him. For a moment he is baffled, his cold-addled brain reeling to try to understand why the mare would rather freeze than brace against the cold with him. Did he smell? "I won't hurt you Brisa." He managed, focusing his gaze on the pale mare in confusion. Did she think him dangerous? He left the crevice, flinching at the sudden cold as he approached the mare regardless of her words.

Then she lit on fire.

He startled, head jerking up, the idiocy cold brought on vanished for a moment. Magic. And oh, did it feel like magic. Even from where he stood he could feel the faintest tendrils of warmth, and he stepped closer. Unlike Gaucho's fire that blazed with a primal light, her's was more...merry. And blue. Why blue? Her expression, a mixture of fear and shame, caught his attention. Careful of the fire, he leaned his head forward and pressed his muzzle to her forehead. "I don't know either." He said with a wry smirk, his humor flickering forth for a second before chased away once again by the chill. He closed his eyes, not really caring that his muzzle was still to her head as he basked in the heat of her fire. His wings curled around them, both blocking the wind from the pair and collecting the heat. His back felt the full brunt of the chill, but he could care less.

Slowly he pulled back his head, neck arched to look down at her, and he couldn't help another wry grin. "You didn't tell me you were a torch. If i'd known i'd not have jumped into the sea." He said, taking a step back in case he was too close for propriety. But at the first chill to hit his chest he was quick to return near her. "I apologize for being so near." He said, gold gaze flickering to her blue. Unknownst to him, the tip of one wing drifted closer to the fiery warmth, close enough that the fire licked at the feathers....but they did not burn.


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Messages In This Thread
Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 11-23-2014, 01:49 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 11-25-2014, 10:03 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 11-25-2014, 11:12 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 11-29-2014, 09:27 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 11-29-2014, 10:45 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 11-30-2014, 12:30 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 11-30-2014, 02:14 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 12-01-2014, 01:03 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 12-01-2014, 01:53 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 12-01-2014, 02:48 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 12-01-2014, 03:42 AM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 12-08-2014, 07:25 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 12-08-2014, 11:00 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Bucephalus - 12-09-2014, 06:47 PM
RE: Bleeding Hearts - by Brisa - 12-16-2014, 09:49 PM

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