The lavender and white girl is not left on her own for long.
’Pretty isn’t it.’
The tone of his voice draws her from her thoughts of wonder and awe. Fluted ears twitch as the pale mare’s dark muzzle turns, allowing her sapphire gaze to fixate upon the stallion. How had she missed him? Shamelessly, observant eyes trail over his frame's muscular curves and contours, from the dark blotches of chocolate-colored skin to the pale, water-logged tendrils of his wind-knotted mane.
He gazed back at her from beneath the thick veil of his forelock, the steadiness of his eyes far from unnerving to the inexperienced daughter of the desert. She turns towards him, the crunch of snow beneath her small hooves louder now that all the island seems to wait with bated breath to see what transpires between the two strangers. The crooked smile on his lips is endearing. Whatever whispers of warning that mother’s tone murmurs into her mind disappear as a smile of her own slides into place. ”Better than this?” she asks, cocking her head ever so slightly away from him. She pulls her azure gaze from him for a moment, scanning the glittering landscape around them. Here and there, deer and horses alike dotted the far end of the open fields, digging through the deep blankets to uncover the wet, dead grasses that would sustain them throughout the winter months. Snowflakes fall in lazy patterns from somewhere high above, drifting here and there along the invisible currents of the breeze. It all looked so peaceful. Could there really be anything better?
But was if there was…. The question hangs on her thoughts, silencing her reservations with a firm settlement. She had started this adventure after all, what point would there be to return home and not be able to say that she had lived it to its fullest potential? There are only so many ways she can describe the perfection of a snow-covered meadow to Erayna. (Not that her sister would fully believe her anyway).
With a mischievous smile, Druna turns her attention back to the tall stallion, tilting her chin up just enough to let him know the hidden taunt had ensnared her. ”What is it?” she asks, taking a bold step to close the distance between them, doing her best to ignore the loud thunder of her beating heart. Maybe it would be something exciting enough that Erayna would actually drool with jealousy. That would be a sight to see.
”You will show me?” The excitement within her is palpable and she twitches her long alabaster tail against her heels to keep herself from dancing impatiently in front of him. No need to make it even more evident that she was a stranger here. That much was probably already painfully obvious enough.
DRUNA
lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna