~~ I'm coming home to breathe again,
to start again..
It has been many seasons since the last time Costello had someone close to her, someone she could take comfort in without being turned away for what she was. So far the mahogany colored male had yet to tire of her, even as he rambled on at times of his life, and as much as she wished she could comment in awe and offer her own support in the sound of her voice she could not. Forever the mute. At one point in her life she wondered if watching the death of her dam had done something, watching at the sides of Avasha slow in rhythm with each and every breath until nothing was left. Twins were no joke, there was always a loss of some sort she’d been told by her adoptive mother’s. The mom could die, or one of the foals. Costello had lost both her mother and then her brother not too long after. Was she truly the lucky one?
Warm breath against her skin brings her attention back to Bahadir, pulling her eyes from the falling leaves above to meet his own warmly lit one. He wasn’t tired of her, so far, and if his wandering touches were any indication he was very much entranced by her silent companionship. They stood together on the fringes of the falls, watching as autumn turned their green world to shades of red and orange once more, the arrival of winter soon approaching. Wisps of white clouds leave her nostrils as she exhales, relaxing under his gentle touches and odd yet alluring words. She flicks an ear at him, a sign she’d heard him but didn't want to probe into whatever secret language he spoke; she was far too distracted by his whiskered lips against her flesh.
In turn she dips her neck to him, reaching to teasingly tug at the wayward locks of auburn hues spilling forth across his forehead and lifting with the chilled breeze. The temperature drop was enough to bring her closer to him, every curve of hers fitting into his own nook and crannies till he was all she felt beside her and her shivering frame was put to ease. At his questioning words and probing eyes she let go of his hair, tilting her head at the names of the islands that roll off his tongue. Costello was not familiar with either too much but she did know Salem was a desert and surely would be the better choice to spend winter. Her mouth parts to answer him, momentarily forgetting her lack of speech as nothing but air is released from her throat. She looks away, embarrassed over this small forgetful detail that was her life, yet gives Bahadir a small nod of her head in what she hopes he can assume she was in agreement with his first option.
How could you forget you cant speak, Costello inwardly rages to herself, the frustration she feels evident in the unsettled shifting of her body against his and the snap of her black tail over her dark leg’s.
- Mare - 16.0hh - Draft Cob x Arabian - 11 years old - KieronxAvasha
mute wayfinder of nowhere