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02-08-2015, 12:12 AM
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. His nicker startles her; a gasps sound from her lips and Wynter screams at her mistress' sudden shock. Whipping her head around to stare at the new comer, she takes a few steps back. When her heart finally calms, after he steps through the brush, her breath catches for a moment. Sadness seems to cling to his coat, decorating him in broken shards of hope, love and memories. Perhaps it's his eyes, the way they are watching her, the fae princess feels as if she can see the sadness pooling in their depths. Her own golden orbs are bright and full of love and laughter, she can see his pain. In this very moment she knows, Arah is here for him.The doe turns to face him directly, caution decorating her pretty face. Clearly he is strong, muscles ripple over his lightly shaded buckskin coat, his magnificent form demands the light. Her golden eyes wonder over his body, watching how the buckskin colour bleeds into a much darker brown which sports the top of his wings before the feathers blend into a white tinted gold colour. His bleached hair tumbles down, lightly coloured locks that gives her own mane a run for it's money. Asking if he could join her causes a sad smile to lit up her chops. It is strange to hear weakness in the voice of one with such a powerful presence. Having been at rock bottom herself Arah takes a single step closer, compassion and the desire to reach out to him taking over completely. "Of course. Please." Her voice drifts over as light as the wind, inviting, calm and caring. Tilting her head to the side Arah studies him for one last moment before politely diverting her eyes. Now she turns to watch Wynter gliding; her bonded is clearly weary of the stag. Torn between wanting to protect her mistress and keep out of the way it is only until the doe's gentle command through the bond that the griffin finds a resting place. 'Réiteach.' Wynter lands on a branch high up in the closet tree, staring down at the newcomer with distrustful eyes. Shaking her head the doe turns back to the stalling, her golden eyes alight with curiosity, yet she will not press him to bear his pains to her. If he wishes to speak she will listen, if it is only company he seeks Arah will happily stay by his side for as long as he needs. "I am Arah and that's Wynter." Wanting to reach out and offer him comfort she yearns to close any space that may be between them, yet she does not. While she does trust that this is not all an act to gain her trust, the fae princess does not wish to scare him off. Swishing her tail, Arah pauses for a moment and then tilts her head back to stare at the moon. A brighter smile curves her chops, it was the darkness of light that tended to scare others. The fear of the unknown, what was lurking, what can't they see? But it was the morning's glow breaking over the horizons that calmed them, showed them the brighter side of things. That's what Arah wanted to be. She wanted to be the light of dawn. |
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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