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01-03-2017, 02:00 PM
It will always baffle the petite, gilded pegasus when she finds someone who thinks they need to be brave in her presence; that she, who used to smell of sand and sweat and spices, who adored children, and would rather talk to butterflies than seek out an argument, might be dangerous. One might even call her foolish, for being so trusting - but old habits die hard, and there was a time with she feared nary a soul. Come to think of it… perhaps at that point, it was right for others to tread cautiously around her - but those are bygone days, and she is no longer the mare she used to be.
The water numbs her lips, biting and clawing its way down her throat, but oh, the bite does seem to bring life back into her flesh. Funny both cold and heat can do that to someone. Warmth might put her to sleep, a victim of insomniatic and worrisome nights, while the chill works better than a jolt of caffeine to the heart. Hoofsteps crunch behind her, and Yael raises her head, water dripping from her lips and beading into tiny bits of ice on her whiskers. Long ears swivel to catch the beautiful pegasus’ question (for truly, the starry-skinned mare is a wonder to behold, and Yael is struck by the thought that if she looked long enough, she might get lost in the pinpricks of light forever), shrugging in response. “Eet bites een a vay t’at vakes you up, t’at makes you t’ink of life.” And then a soft chuckle, “But i vould razer die t’an take a bat een eet!”
Her lips pull into a wide, genuine smile, welcoming the mare into her company, if that was what she sought. “Shalom, Serenitee. I ahm Yael.” Her mouth rounds and her tongue dances over the foreign word - and if it wasn’t clear that she was an outsider before, it is now. “Oh? I vould not mind a valk at all.” Her wings open and she dips her head as if to indicate that Serenity should lead the way. Yael is more than happy to have a tour guide.
Being alone is... well, lonely sometimes.
The water numbs her lips, biting and clawing its way down her throat, but oh, the bite does seem to bring life back into her flesh. Funny both cold and heat can do that to someone. Warmth might put her to sleep, a victim of insomniatic and worrisome nights, while the chill works better than a jolt of caffeine to the heart. Hoofsteps crunch behind her, and Yael raises her head, water dripping from her lips and beading into tiny bits of ice on her whiskers. Long ears swivel to catch the beautiful pegasus’ question (for truly, the starry-skinned mare is a wonder to behold, and Yael is struck by the thought that if she looked long enough, she might get lost in the pinpricks of light forever), shrugging in response. “Eet bites een a vay t’at vakes you up, t’at makes you t’ink of life.” And then a soft chuckle, “But i vould razer die t’an take a bat een eet!”
Her lips pull into a wide, genuine smile, welcoming the mare into her company, if that was what she sought. “Shalom, Serenitee. I ahm Yael.” Her mouth rounds and her tongue dances over the foreign word - and if it wasn’t clear that she was an outsider before, it is now. “Oh? I vould not mind a valk at all.” Her wings open and she dips her head as if to indicate that Serenity should lead the way. Yael is more than happy to have a tour guide.
Being alone is... well, lonely sometimes.
yael
@Serenity Not at all! Im so glad someone came along and picked up the thread :)
Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty
Force and magic allowed, no death please
