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Essetia was not so much blind as she was unconcerned by the unicorn’s arrival. Her eyes were still trained evenly on the beaten path that threaded its way through the trees until it stretched slowly out of view. Whatever she was waiting for was still a mystery she was certain she couldn’t solve and, therefore, would have to forget. However, her musings would have to wait and her patience was sure to be tested as a result. Despite the sleuth’s ability to see just past his shoulders, the large bloke kind enough to draw her from her reveling was a bit hard to ignore. Even a mare of Essetia’s size could find themselves mildly intimidated by a creature of his size. But, it wasn’t his height that made the mare think twice about smarting off, as badly as her sarcasm begged to be nurtured. In fact, her fascination for him was due chiefly to the stallion’s bear-like appearance and the fact that she was certain he was comfortable in his own skin. Though, no matter how likely she found it that the beast was often allowed his antics, she was not a creature who dealt with insensitivity.
Internally, the mare seethed at his crude compliment, but outwardly she smiled softly, embarrassed. Ducking, she moved toward the left to allow the stranger room enough to join her and continued to indulge in the quiet of the wood. Outside the pavilion, the wind howled sweetly and carried with it the frigid touch of winter’s kiss. Essetia, still ignorant of her company, rumbled softly as she watched for the tell-tale signs of her wolf against the pale background of the forest. She’d called for him and he’d answered with an irritated groan, but he’d answered nonetheless. Until he'd found his way back to her side, Essetia was left to bear down upon the silence that stretched thinly between she and the golden stallion with as much hair as any moose. It was most certainly an awkward affair that seemed to circle them eternally, but it gave the bay a bit of time to notice not only his musky, forest scent, but the green of his eyes as well. Both attributes sent her heart racing, nervous and somehow alive. He reminded her of someone... though she hated to admit it. His masculinity and his presence- they made her think of Ulrik.
At last, when a pair of golden eyes became more apparent through the trees, Essetia smiled deviously to herself. Again, her eyes were fixed upon the path, but this time with more purpose than before. The young wolf, a vision of silken white against the wood, came silently before his Queen with hackles raised. “I’d say he’s good company for the most part,” the sleuth finally replied. “He can be a bit mouthy though, if you know what I mean,” she finished smartly.
It wasn’t until Romul had arrived that the mare was completely at ease with the antlered gentleman. But it was not so much the wolf's presence as it was his opinion that soothed the desert girl in times of need. If he found the stallion to be malevolent, then it would give Essetia worry. Of course, as she’d predicted, her guest was nothing more than a young Don Juan and that meant he was most certainly a mountain she could climb if the need arose. “Forgive me, I’m Essetia and the wolf is Romul, my companion.”
With her walls relaxed, the sleuth found it easy enough to engage the burly stranger. Antlers and a wild amount of hair aside, he was actually a handsome fellow beneath those unruly locks, and free-willed from the looks of it. That was something Essetia admired about him… he had no restraints. He just was and would be. He possessed the kind of freedom that Essetia could only dream of. | |
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