She did not know that he had been watching her. The single soul that had brought her here out of her own curiosity and the need to stare at someone that perplexed and confused her; he stood to the side of the small oasis that Sova had decided was her final destination for the evening. With the sun dying away and slithering behind the distant horizon, the sand around her feet cooled and she could begin to see the beauty here.

The way the sunset-orange sky lights up the sand, painting it all sorts of oranges and reds in the falling twilight, was breath-taking even on a bad day, and so as the smoky mare casts a dark eye to her surroundings to take it all in, she spots him standing on the edge of the water.

Of course she would go to him, her child-like curiosity was more than enough to bring her to his side, if to keep a small distance between the two. His teasing tempts a small smile on her lips, and she drinks just as his invitation is spoken, making sure to wet her lips and cool her throat before replying. Once she has had her fill, of course, the sun has dropped away to reveal the moon, painting the sand around them an eerie hue of blue and silver, catching Sova’s eye for a moment before she turns to look carefully at Encantador.

Something about him is different.

The way he holds himself and the way he looks is almost attractive, not as angry or frightening as before. But Sova was never afraid, had he been violent or a threat, she would not have stayed. Of course, she has all but to stare at him for a few long moments before she speaks her mind. “You’re not broken anymore.” A small smile, as she reaches over, not to touch him, but to hang her lips barely an inch from his cheek so she can breathe in his smell before pulling her head back. “I like this person.”

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