Posted on April 10, 2023 at 01:34:04 AM by Tyr
Just as Kvothe had returned changed, so too did Tyr change. The red mare was barely an echo of the one who had disappeared. In some moments, as the giant stallion gazed at her, he could barely recognize his longest companion. Not because of her looks; Tyr was sure that he would always know the shade of her coat, the tilt of her ears, the lines of her face, even if he were delirious and on his last breath. It was the glint in her otherwise soft eyes, and the worried or confused expression upon her face. The gaunt look that had never been there before, that he hoped would never be again.
It was in these same moments as Tyr looked at her, that he realized the soften tones he used in his otherwise graveled voice. The gentlest brushes of his muzzle along her red skin, and the worry that lingered in the back of his mind whenever he was parted from her side. Would she disappear, as she had done before? Would someone else find her, tucked away next to the clear pool in the depths of the Ridge? Or would Kvothe forget, and wander in search of answers? Tyr was nearly sick from anxiety when he would get to part from his responsibilities and return to his secret; a secret that he could not keep from Oswin much longer.
It was this same gnawing fear that kept him from telling her now.
Brushing his way through the thick vegetation, Tyr wished he could go faster. Feeling impatient as vines would tug along his mane, or drag across his back. The lagoon had been dense in several places, but nothing compared to this. Still, he didn’t regret the place he had decided to call home. Or who he called home with.
Seeing Kvothe’s red coat through the leaves, Tyr gave a low nicker in greeting before he was always to push through and into the clearing.
“You’ve been crying again.” he noted out loud as he looked to the wet stains upon her face, choosing to ignore the sand still clinging to her side. “I’m sorry for being away for so long.” Tyr had never before thought he would utter those words, but he truly means them as he says them. Hoping that she does not pull away as he extends his muzzle to brush along her shoulder in a gentle greeting.
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