His pale face lit up and shimmered with with the misting of water that clung to his soft fur. The shining water droplets created the illusion that his light gold face had turned into the metal it so closely represented. He could feel his own heart skip a beat. Flirtation was earnest in from his lips, never issued with the ill intent to lure mares into his life. He spoke with honesty and kindness, wishing only for company and friends. It might have been his naivety and youth, but he felt as though it was the only true way to live. In his youth he had been disregarded because of his age. Words that had been spoken to him had been teasing and light. Insincere in their promises they had created small dark spots on the youngster’s heart. To hear this beautiful mare ask him to be her dance partner, no others, shined a light in the dusty shadows and swept them away. Her words warmed his heart and he felt the first flames of true desire. Together they trotted along the river until they reached the falls. With a reckless (though charming) grin, Ailill picked up his pace to lead the way over a well worn trail. It was a path many had taken to see the view from behind the falls. It was a common place for explorers and lovers; for those who wished to see any kind of magic come true before their eyes. Just before he stepped behind the veil of water he turned back to her, making sure she easily followed the trail. He out his neck once and trotted into the shallow hidden cave. The walls were covered in a soft moss, damp with the spray of water. Looking out the light from the sun created a world of distortment from the mask of water. Trees and stones on the outside were just as bright, but their lines were fuzzy and blurred. The sharpness of flowers that grew along the banks became blankets of colors blooming in curious and morphing shapes depending on the surges of the falling water. Sound was both muffled and multiplied by the echoes against the rocks and cushioning of the moss. It was a world in between worlds where nothing was true, nothing was false, and everything could have been a fantasy of a dream. |