you shouldn’t walk where the hemlock grows

Fae sighs as the warmth from Çiçek’s body envelops her, her sweet scent calming the gentle tide of her emotions until she is once again as still as a mirror within. Though she can feel the relief in her friend, she can also feel more apprehension, and the dark mare steels herself for what further bittersweet news is to come.

She expects Çiçek to discourage her from visiting, or something along those lines - perhaps she is not on terms as friendly as she thought with Solomon - but she does not. As the silence grows, Faolain’s mind ripples with anxiety, but the discovery of Rivaini’s reaction to their beloved friend’s news is not exactly a surprise. Faolain has not known the silver bay for very long, and though her friend guards her heart fiercely, it is easy to see into it. Rivaini is both passionate and guarded, and under these circumstances this combination makes for a perfect storm. Of course Rivaini would react strongly to this type of blow.

Faolain nods soberly at her friend’s request. The two of them still stand in the shallows, the waves sighing around their hooves, the sun beginning to peak above the horizon. She knows that Rivaini will need time. ”She will see you when she is ready,” Fae says, pressing her muzzle into Çiçek’s withers. Her tone is reassuring, calm. ”But I will go speak with her, and make sure she knows she will see you again.”

Faolain remains still for a few moments after this promise, drinking in Çiçek’s presence. ”When do you leave?” she asks casually, as though her friend were merely going for a day trip to the Crossing.

mare | black | 14hh | akhal-teke