The idea of being a king in her own right was something wildly appealing to Mirage, but she couldn’t be that vulnerable-- not yet. She’d only just arrived, and there was no way for her to know if she’d be safe. The idea of being alone was also absolutely horrifying to the woman. Looking over her shoulder was a habit that the spotted creature wasn’t likely to shake any time soon. There was no room for desperation or doubt in her world either, but likely for far different reasons. Mirage must appear coy, confident, perfectly balanced. In her mind, she does it well.
Her neck arched elegantly, the woman watches Rafe. A giggle of her own rises, echoing that of the striped stallion. Eyes glimmering, Mirage feels alive with it. Maybe the character she was putting on would be a comfortable one. Maybe she would be okay after all. Breathe in, breathe out-- things were starting to look up. But not for this, her head canted to the side, curious. Though the spotted creature wanted to ask, she refrains for now. They would have all the time in the world. Rafe didn’t catch her off guard, and she kept up without a second thought. “All the better if you are, then you’ll know just what to look out for.” From her position beside him, the mare does her best to look like something that was worth protecting.
Tenacity, in Mirage’s experience, was admirable. Her own was a different sort, lower key. Maybe it’s the only lowkey thing about her. The spotted creature was immensely bold, brilliant, and maybe a bit brash to boot. Rafe’s amusement was a good sign-- after all, he could have been offended or irritated. Tension hangs between them, and Mirage could feel something on the horizon for both of them. “I’m awfully lucky that you’re the one that picked me up.” The smile colors her words, and reaches her eyes. “Ready to go home, handsome?” Mirage was more tired than she cared to admit. Travelling was draining, after all.
we’re dressed in black from head to toe
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