Her interest piques as he mentions the time when he received the three, obvious scars which trailed down his shoulder and towards his broad chest. As he speaks of them her eyes trace their length, biting back another question about how, exactly, they had come to be, but it was then that he moved toward her and she found her breath catching as he watched the fluid grace with which his strong limbs moved towards her. He simply radiated a strength and solidity that she desperately needed in her life, though she might have not known it before this moment. His words are almost hypnotizing as he speaks again, still advancing, weaving a picture of this place she hadn’t considered.

Solitude? She could see the possibility etched in the rocks, to shut yourself away from the world and be alone would be entirely plausible here without effort. Yet staring down her slender nose at her silver soul she couldn’t imagine anything further from solitude at the moment. His very presence filled her with a sense that she might never be alone again, to not have to bite back the sting of despair the night brought to the lone pack animal, howling to the moon and grappling for a returning voice. No, with him here only peace reigned within her because of him. Thunder rolled overhead causing her aquamarine eyes to shoot up to the tumultuous sky, watching the clouds folding in and around one another as they darkened. A shock ran through her body like lightning as he touched her, his silver side rubbing along her golden one, their coats entertaining as their souls already had. Her narrow head jerked back down to look in to his shocking blue eyes wondering how she could feel so comfortable she had only just met a few hours ago, then again she did have a penchant for throwing caution to the wind.

There on the mountainside with the rising wind whipping between them kicking up the heady smell of the flowers and tossing it about them they stood as two timeless statues. They were a salute to a tale as old as time itself which weaved them together in to one inexplicable being. She pressed her shoulder into his then, drawing the warmth that radiated from his body and coupling it with her own in silent response. Looking up her eyes traced his noble visage, the structured way narrow muzzle flowed to broad forehead and large ears, trailing down his thick neck and finally landing on those the trio of tell-tale scars. Cautiously she stretched her neck forward, tracing their trailing lengths with her rough, wet nose barely like a feathers touch coupled with her warm breath across the scarred flesh.

Slowly her eyes trailed back to his, seeking the reassurance those azure depths brought to her. “What did this to you?” she questions, the words deep and heavy with meaning, knowing that something between those scars and this place linked to a past she did not yet understand but she needed to. Above them the thunder threatened again, the humidity rising with the promise of rain soon to come yet still they stood on.