~ each day death crawls into my body
You are most welcome my friend.
Her words are soft as they wash over him renewing his strength and resolve. His legs are shaky and untrustworthy, but she is there with her gentle touch to aid him. He leans into her as he gingerly steps to the water's edge and drops his ashen lips to drink from the cool waters. And soon she joins him in sharing a drink. He lifts his dished noble head, his ears flick atop his crown as he watches her drink her fill. He appreciates her for being there, he had not expected her to find him on the shores, but like a ghost she appeared. But she was real, not a flickering mist that would of disappeared the moment he struck his hoof out at it. She had been there and now she is here.
As her gentle touch caresses the arch of his nape, a shiver runs the length of his spine and raises his hair. He does not understand the feelings that course through his veins or thunders his heart. She is intriguing, and unreal, like the desert mirage that ripples in the sweltering heat of the desert - the closer you get the further you are away -
I would like to stay here with you.
Her quiet words set his heart thundering wildly against his ribs, she wants to be here, next to him. Here in the sweltering Dunes. A soft smile crosses his ashen lips, he wants her to stay here too. Since the moment they had met within the hidden cave beneath the thundering falls, he has wanted her to stay. In that moment, their destines had been intertwined... it wasn't until now did he understand how much.
"Naz, you honor me with your presence. I want nothing more than for you to stay here with me," he says finally as he returns her affection with a soft touch to the tender flesh where her nape meets her cheek.
He draws back as she speaks again, but this time it is of his murmuring. His ears rotate atop his crown as his brow furrows as she continues.
Evren. The name so familiar but so distant. He grasps at his memory but the more he tries the more it slips from his grasp. He opens his mouth to speak, but promptly closes it. As he mulls over the thought a minute longer.
"My mother once told me, that Evren holds the answers I seek," he says finally as the memory comes flooding back to him.
"She is here on the Isles, but I do not know where," the words slip from his lips with a sigh. He knows nothing of the details of his father, nor of who Evren is or was... or if she even exists. He turns his dished head to look at the woman who stands next to him, his ears come forward atop his crown.
"I must seek her out," he pauses
"Would you honor me with your presence on this journey?"