[ let me light up the sky]
Pulse cocked her head and looked towards the cliff he spoke of, with the rocks and the gulls. He spoke of it so enthusiastically, that she could tell her really loved that particular spot. She smiled at him, feeling less awkward now that they could have actual conversation. Then he frowned, backtracked, changed direction – no, he wasn’t going to show her the gulls. Pulse wondered why; she would not mind the seagulls. “I bet the view is fantastic,” she said, “but the seagulls might be a little annoying, you’re right.”
It was a lie, but she would definitely not press the matter. One day, maybe she’d see the cliffs and climb up the rocks; it was something he was terribly enthusiastic about. She followed placidly beside him as he led her through the territory. Her eyes wandered as the ground changed from sand to dirt to grass speckled with snow, and she noticed that they were headed towards the woodlands. Pulse’s heart warmed; she’d always loved woods and the smell of pine. It was part of her own past, a part that didn’t hurt so bad to remember.
“I was born in a forest, far away from here. A forest in the mountains,” she said, fondly remembering her own childhood adventures and her parents. She would miss them, but the more recent past was much too painful for her to have stayed around her home. It was made more so because he was still there. She shook her head free of the thoughts, breathing deep the pine scent of this forest. Pulse would bet that Tarrant smelled of sea spray and pine – but she wasn’t brave enough to cross the barrier between them. There was also the matter of comfort level; she certainly did not know him well enough to get that close.
“It was not nearly as cold as this,” she admitted, “The trees were mostly evergreen and they sheltered us from the harsher weather.” She was glad that their conversation felt more easy now, glad for the travel through the woods and the sound of the water. It was peaceful here, not quite like her home of old, but close enough for her to feel that familiar tug on her heartstrings. It was a good feeling.
She gasped when they entered the clearing. The small mountain waterfall and the crystal waters were a remarkable sight, and Pulse could imagine that the pool of water was refreshing in the summer. The sun played across the wet rocks and it was simply beautiful. “It’s already a sight to see,” she breathed, stepping forward towards the pool.
A niggling thought occurred to her as she looked at her reflection in the water. “Where is she, now?” Pulse inquired softly, craning her neck to peer at Tarrant. “Wonka’s mother, I mean. Does she still live here?” She did not know she was asking a question that might touch a chord. Of course, if he quested more into her past he’d find touchy subjects. Pulse really was just curious. It would make sense, if the woman had been born here and now her son and a stallion she’d been intimate with, in the past at least were to live here still. If she was anything like both the stallions, Pulse would like to meet her, she thought.
P U L S E
[let me tell you why
i would die for you] |