[ let me light up the sky]
After her brief but nice conversation with the stallion known as Rango, Pulse had steeled herself for the plunge into the icy, wintry waters. The water was like a thousand stinging wasps (she’d been stung once, and it had hurt like hell) and it chilled her to the bone. Before, at the end of autumn, she had thought the water cold, but now – now it was like death, reaching out to her. She did not panic, though, instead forcing her limbs to keep going and to reach Tinuvel.
As she dragged herself onto the beaches of the Inlet, she was gasping for air, exhausted. This wasn’t her home, but it was where her mind and her thoughts kept taking her. Pulse settled for one day, maybe, she would make her home here. She first wanted to see the other islands, though, and as she dripped onto the sand, she wondered what Tarrant would think to see her back. A wry grin twisted her features just before an arctic breeze caught her mane, tossing the wet strands and eliciting a shiver from the bay mare.
She wouldn’t seek Tarrant out right away, wanting to dry off and perhaps find his son first. Pulse thought herself ready to talk to Wonka and apologize for how she acted earlier, perhaps even tell him why. Not the whole story, she couldn’t possibly, but part of it – and swear him to secrecy. Her whole reason for wanting to be on the islands and away from her birthland was to escape people knowing her past, or at least the grim, painful details of it.
Pulse sighed as she trudged forward into the snowy ground of the Inlet. It was amazing how much such a short time had changed the place, but it was still captivatingly beautiful. Her breath came in bursts of steam, and the snow crunched beneath her hooves, and the cold bit at her nose and her ears and the rest of her body, but it also invigorated her. The air, at least, wasn’t as cold as the water she had been in just minutes before.
A sound caught her ears, and she paused in her walk. Running towards the cliff that Tarrant had pointed out upon his first visit was another mare, shouting for attention. Pulse called out to her with a whinny, and then with words: “Over here!” Perhaps she wouldn’t have to talk with either stallion just yet. Although she wondered what had the mare in such a frenzy, she was filled with relief that she might not have to carry out her plan yet.
P U L S E
[let me tell you why
i would die for you] |