avalon -----
by masquerade out of pandora
Avalon doesn’t mind going the extra distance; it keeps her limbs from locking up and helps further dry her off even before they reach the shelter of the cave. Her blue eyes rove over the different types of trees, some of which she’d never seen before. Some still look the same, some have brown leaves, and some are naked. She wonders what causes the difference and how long it would have taken her to identify each type if she had arrived during summer.
”How long will it be until the snow comes?” she asks him as they trudge on, noting how desolate the place looks during the time between the trees shedding their leaves and the first snowfall. Still shivering, she doesn’t really want to think about snow yet, but she can’t deny that it’ll bring out the Bay’s true beauty. Deciding to tease him, she continues, ”You’ll blend right in – I might lose you until spring.”
White nostrils flaring, she picks up a female scent laid over a weaker trail of Zevulun’s. This, she supposes, is his sister, Mariael, the boss lady. The scent is strong enough that Avalon guesses that she’s been through here just today, and she wonders if that means Mariael is still in the area and will turn up at some point. Surely Zevulun would want to let his family know that he has returned.
Her mind is so full of questions and thoughts of the future that she hasn’t noticed the slight incline that they’ve been on until she begins huffing a bit. She turns her head forward and sees the cavern not far off. Sighing in relief, she eagerly follows the pale stallion through the overhanging rock and into the cave. The respite from the wind is immediate and her body almost sags in delight at the coziness.
She doesn’t hesitate in sidling up to him (for extra warmth, of course), letting herself simply bask in his presence. The intimate environment makes her feel as though they’re a couple of runaway yearlings forbidden from seeing each other, hiding out so as not to be discovered. Only the continued spasms of her muscles take away from the fantasy. The skin of her shoulder twitches when she feels Zevulun’s nose, and in retaliation she reaches over to tug fondly at his white mane.
She doesn’t need to answer his question verbally, instead humming deep in her throat, a sound of sheer happiness. She lets her eyes slip closed and her mind go blank, wanting to simply exist in this moment with him. Such perfection must surely be hard to come by.
seven - grulla sabino - mixed - 16.2hh |