emmett -----
by array out of meja
The breeze is becoming a nuisance, whipping Emmett’s frosty brown mane across his white face. His ears flatten briefly as he hears thunder rumble in the distance. His golden eyes look around nervously, checking for lightning. Thunderstorms had been uncommon in the Cove growing up and they have always bothered him more than blizzards have.
The sleek mahogany form beside him is unruffled; she had grown up in a mountainside forest and is much more used to storms. Emmett’s skin twitches uneasily as the humidity continues to wash over him. His dark pelt has dried in record time but the almost suffocating feeling doesn’t seem worth the tradeoff.
It’s a beautiful place, he hears her say. Chuckling, he turns his head to look at her. ”I’ll spare you the ‘nothing’s as beautiful as you’ line this time.” She laughs boisterously even as her brown eyes soften with affection. You phrased that so that you could say it anyway, she accuses gently. ”Well, yes, because it’s true,” he admits with a wink.
She suddenly straightens up and he whips his head back around, always protective of her even when she’d scolded him that she could take care of herself. Another rumble breaks the sudden silence and he stands on alert as he sees a multi-colored figure approaching. Figuring this to be the leader of the territory, he tries to make himself look as unintimidating as possible.
White nostrils flaring, he takes in the mare, who looks like she means business. Her coloring is very flashy, like nothing he’s ever seen before. He feels guilty for even thinking it and has to resist looking toward his beloved. She’s always silent when they have company; he knows she doesn’t want to influence his interactions with others.
This mare, Elodie, doesn’t seem happy that he’s here but at least now he knows where ‘here’ is. He wants to reply that she could be considered his welcoming committee but he has a feeling that she wouldn’t take too kindly to any cheekiness on his part. Instead, as he lets his gaze drift, he says, ”So this is the Ridge? I wasn’t entirely sure where I ended up. It’s a beautiful place.”
He echoes Angeline’s sentiment because he wants her to know that he agrees with her assessment of the territory. ”My name is Emmett,” he continues, ”I’m taking a tour of the islands. I grew up on Tinuvel and then went to the mainland for a while. Once I got back, I realized that I’ve never been to the other islands. I think everybody should know their whole home, not limiting themselves to one spot.”
He starts, eyes widening as he realizes that he’s begun to ramble. His answer has gone way beyond what Elodie had asked and he doesn’t know why he’d said so much. He again resists the urge to peek sideways. He needs to focus on one girl at a time, and right now it’s obvious that his attention needs to be on Elodie.
six - classic champagne sabino - mixed - 16hh |