Always have been did not sound as if he chose his solitude as she claimed for herself. His following question felt weighted, especially as this was the second time the stallion had sought her out. Nyxx did not have a name for him, but in that moment, she wished she did. To assure him that he did not need to ask if that was what he was doing now.


“No” she replied, taking another tentative step towards him. Her delicate, pink nostrils flaring to drag in his musky male scent. He smelled of Atlantis, and of himself; not carrying anyone else’s scent, which solidified his words that he had been alone for quite some time. Even if she did spend most of her time alone, Nyxx was tainted with Lionheart’s smell, although it was faint.


“What should I call you?” Nyxx cannot help but ask. She didn’t know if she would see him again. So many seasons had passed since the last (and first) time she had. But Nyxx wanted to put a name to the face that visited her in her dreams more times than she cared to ever admit. And perhaps if she did have his name, Nyxx would see him again, before enough time went by that she only thought him to be a figment of her imagination.


Nyxx