Skin-to-skin, their touch is lightening. Havelle is jolted from the confines of her earthy body by a force electric. Suddenly Havelle is no longer weighed down by the gravity of her world. She is weightless. She is free.
Her hair seems to stand on end, and her pulse races with an energy not of this world. From her sudden perspective outside of her own skin, Havelle becomes the puppeteer and her body, the puppet. She is feeling braver than ever by some disconnect brought on by this high. She behaves now in ways she would once only dream of behaving.
Her muzzle brushes Bacardi's face. Like a painter's brush across the canvas of his skin, she colors him with her love. Her eyes shine and her cheeks wet with tears. Every emotion collides, from pain and sadness, to longing and joy. "Nothing.", she answers. "Not anymore."
Havelle is met with a sudden urge to do something reckless, to run away from these islands and never return, or to give in completely to feelings entirely new and exciting. The filly turns, sidestepping into the water, to face Bacardi. There is a moment where her dark eyes, search his golden stare before she steps towards him. Crisp waters swirl around her thick legs, easing the mud from her fetlocks. She closes the gap between them to wrap Bacardi's neck in a warm embrace from her own. "I love you Bacardi", Havelle whispers into his mane, a confession that startles even herself to hear it out loud.