Rowena’s nearness affected him differently than the flirtations of any other mare. Her presence was soft and subtle, less purposeful than the games others played on him. His heart beat harder in his chest. A deep and strong pulse that boomed in his ears above the thundering falls. She was leaving him breathless with desire to share the world with her, share the beauty of the things he saw around them. It was a different tug, a different beat. This one went deeper. Slowly, carefully, he explored the path the pulse led him down, trusting the magic of the world. Pale eyes looked over at her, the shift in his stance bringing them closer, making their touches more than a brush. His expression was sheepish, almost scared but excited and curious. She could see the beauty in this place, and he saw the magic shine on her. It is. He echoed, his eyes on her. It took effort to take his eyes away and step aside, fearing he was being rude or intrusive with his nearness. His head dropped in an odd shyness. There are rocks at my home, they look like faces. Creatures of the mountains frozen in place. He grinned at her. I have been trying to find a way to free them. Maybe you can help Ears and eyes trained hopefully on her. The sight of the falls paled in comparison to his home. As beautiful as he felt Paradise was, it was growing lonely and had been more than cloudy in the monsoon season. Rowena glittered even in the darkness, even as dark as she was. Even if it was for a day, to see her smile in the sunshine that burst from the canopy would add to the shining memories he was beginning for form of his home. It would truly add to the wonderful fantasy that made up Paradise. |