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BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
She felt the sea breeze jump to her skin as she turned her body towards the wide open ocean, her hoofs wandering the shoreline with Kaj following in her path. She looked over her shoulder, happy to see him glancing at her with the big jug strapped over his shoulder, holding their afternoon tea save in its earthenware grasp. She had let her guard down for his stormy blue gaze and boyish smile and felt a newly acquired comfort in its company. His frankness and gentlemanly manner had worked its way to the thumping of her heart, was perfectly moved by it. For the first time in forever she genuinely wanted him to know that she cared about his gesture of sharing tea, of him seeking her out in a way no horse had done before.
Having found a spot to sit, Kaj was sitting himself down on the thick sand. Noticing it, she stopped her pace and turned her body back to him in a lighthearted manner, swishing her tail expectantly behind her. She mused in thought that he was silently deciding to choose the spot they were going to sit, like she had decided that they were to have tea on the beach. She watched him drop down and release the strap from his shoulder as she distractedly remembered his slightly flushed expression. Her lips were still entangled in a smile, her eyes fluttering like the reflections of the ocean. Its sound were rousing in her ears when Kaj spread out his wing to ask her to join him. But in the split second that she hesitated, she felt insecure about getting too close to him — which was totally unnecessary, but showed in her expression in that same, petite timeframe. But it was just a… a date, it wasn’t anything serious and he surely knew that, as well. Yet, he had almost already proven his commitment with the tea he brought and that scared her. She looked at his outstretched wing; palomino feathers shimmering in its golden shine. Finally, his warmth was what drove her, seemed to almost radiate like diamonds; valuable and dear, something that would not ask of her to do something different, but to come closer.
It was a childish love she felt — wanted to feel; one without the angst and reality she felt was better left behind. Something to just get lost in, even if only for those few moments that Kaj had promised to steal her away.
It finally made sense to her to put herself down next to him, sinking in the clay while veiling the tendency to crawl underneath the wing he had stretched out for her; cloaking the impulse to fold all of its shimmery feathers around her, one by one, pulsing to observe each and every imperfect vein and unevenness of each feather, to feel smooth warmth jostle around her in her cuddling comfort. Instead she smiled at him, serenely and warm.
The jug sat between them, opened and well, and she reached out with her nostrils to the damp that was erupting in clouds. Once more she smelled the incredibly soothing scent that was said to be chamomile. She had her eyes closed, listening to the sea as well as Kaj’s soothing, nostalgic voice as she breathed, filling her spirit with what could be described as a perfect sensation of the senses. She peeked through her lashes. His romanticized picture of the World’s Edge intrigued her and she noticed his eyes drift. “I love swimming,” she mused contently as she went ahead to dip her nose into the jar, trying not to feel like her nose would get stuck in the opening, even though it was wide enough. The tip of her nose touched a surface and, with her lips folding around the liquid, she took a mindful sip. She let it wander through her system. “Oooooh!” It echoed for the tiniest moment that her nose hadn’t yet come out of the jug. “It is so good!” her eyes were wide as she looked at Kaj in wonder. “The fumes are so mesmerizing, the taste so delicate,” she complimented while preparing to take another sip, after which she finally let Kaj have a taste. If only the mists that she created could have these fumes! If only they tasted as nice as this chamomile tea! She had genuinely forgotten about any cuddly desires that had been provoking her just a moment before. Thinking about her own magic made her remember what Kaj had said moments ago. “I was under the impression that the World’s Edge was mostly covered in mist,” she questioned thoughtfully, never having seen cliffs of any sort, just the white haze that she had been perfectly comfortable and familiar with. “It sounds like a place I would love to live. You see, I actually enjoy the mist and fog that surrounds the place and it sounds like there would be water nearby to dock my boat...—” Suddenly she noticed his pale blue eyes resting on hers, smiling his boyish smile. She looked at him, alarmed. “What?” She asked a bit concerned. One of the longer feathers of her small, ivory wings was already reaching out to her nose to wipe away any spots that could have possibly stained her coat. “Is there something on my face?”
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