avalon -----
by masquerade out of pandora
For the first time, Avalon’s heart is truly torn. She hasn’t forgotten her promise to her uncle that her trip to islands would be short, only for reconnaissance. Falcon hadn’t wanted to return until his father had passed out of living memory. When he and her mother had first taken her away, it had been too painful for both of them to even mention Maximus. Once her mother had died and it had just been her and Falcon, her uncle hadn’t wanted to come back at all. It had taken her a very long time to convince him.
Just from the little she’s seen, she’s convinced that the islands are different enough that it wouldn’t do Falcon any harm to return. But how could Avalon possibly return to him to tell him that when she thinks it would disastrous to her own mental state to be separated from Zevulun? And how is it possible that this young stallion, barely an adult, could hold so much power over her already?
Maybe, she thinks selfishly, her uncle would be better off on his own, which he’s never been. He probably wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he did come back, and as Avalon watches Zevulun intently while he gives an honest assessment of the Bay, she decides that she’ll put off heading back to Falcon for as long as possible. She can’t leave now, not when she’s on the brink of finding everything she’d never known she wanted.
Her teasing expression is just about gone as she considers the implications of her decision, as well as the idea of letting Zevulun take her home with him. She lets his invitation hang in the air for a few moments as she takes stock of the situation. She’s already decided that she must stay with him, and that obviously means that she’ll have to go with him. She’ll just have to reconcile the guilt of feeling like she’s abandoning her uncle.
Finally, she looks at the (her) stallion, eyes as bright as his, feeling her chest swelling with an emotion she’s never felt before and is nervous about naming. ”Yes,” she whispers. She smiles tremulously, trying for one last half-hearted teasing moment. ”I just hope your protector skills are as good as advertised.” And suddenly, she has no words left, but she isn’t one for fancy speeches anyway.
seven - grulla sabino - mixed - 16.2hh |