Falls

The water drips off of his mahogany coat, to pool at his hooves on the cold stone beneath him. He can feel the very thundering heart of the Falls as it vibrates the rocks all around them. In the eery cave light he finds himself, staring into her bicolored eyes, one gold and the other a crystal blue. For a brief moment, his worries slip away, forgotten within the veil of thundering waters, as if she has sent them away.

She retreats from him, but only a step before she turns to beckon him closer. Her dark lips only inches from his erect ears as she whispers in her people's native language. The words dance across her tongue, beautifully woven together. Come. she says, as she turns to delve deeper into the cavern. He follows closely behind, his nostrils quiver as her scent wafts around him. He could easily reach his lips to brush them along her barrel, to touch the supple curve of her hip, yet he refrains.

The cave leads them away from the thundering echo, until it all but is just a dull roar behind them. She steps from the cave into the filtering light, and it casts a warm glow around her. He takes a closer look at the enchantress, from the delicate curve of her ears to the fine chisel of her cheekbones. She is fine boned and delicately built but there is a fire that burns in her gold and blue eyes.

As he settles down next to her, she does not hesitate to press her lips to his cheek. His dark eyes pop with surprise as the warmth of her kiss still lingers after she pulls her lips away. He clears his throat as he desperately tries to remember his name, his mind a muddy mess. "Bahadır," he finally says breathlessly. He can feel heat rise in his cheeks, flushing them with blood, his embarrassment plainly written on his face.

Finally, she answers his question and he is satisfied with her answer. She is a seeker, and she is led by curiosity. It was his turn to tilt his head at her, when her foreign tongue fills the space between them. His ears stand erect, listening intently to every foreign syllable that falls from her lips. "Your native tongue is beautiful," he says with awe in his voice.

His dark eyes find her bicolored eyes, they hold curiosity and fire, both remain unquenched. What is it that you are led by? The question catches him off guard, and yet he begins to quietly contemplate. "I am led by my qalb," he says with a nod of his delicate head. "My heart," he adds with a grin playing at the edge of his dark whiskered lips.

"So, seeker of new things... What brings you the Islands?" he asks as his dark eyes search her delicate face. Now, he is the one who is led by curiosity.