She was breathless, and her legs ached from all the foot work she’d been putting in today, but regardless of all this, she was ecstatic. The winds ruffle the darkness of her mane, playfully tugging her along with an unheard urgency in one direction before pulling her towards another. To some the dance would look chaotic, disturbing even, to the lingering souls around her, but not to Feray. She dances to ease the jealousy of her heart, to soothe the guilt of perhaps causing the blindness in her oldest son, and to forget that her parents were no longer part of this world she cherished so much. They walked among the stars, this she knew, the moon whispering to her at night that they were happy wherever they may be. Feray often wonders if they’d be proud of her, more so her father than anything, for he held a special place in her heart. She held the color of the sky in one eye, Orhan had said, the day of finally meeting his daughter; words she affectionately played on repeat in her thoughts whilst her gaze was upturned towards the pale blue above.
Feray
Her name, carried on a light hearted voice that is familiar. Yet while she may have been unwelcoming to the presence of the male before, this was common ground on which they both stand and she had neither of her sons here to protect. The animosity of a spooked mother was always terrifying, brutish even, but she does not regret sending Solomon on his way without her at his side that fateful night in her home. Feray pauses in her dancing steps, awkwardly poised with her front legs crossing over the other before she shakes her head with a huffing breath and rights herself to not seem further in disarray. She can’t help but to be curious, as if seeing the cove leader for the first time. Her ears are perked towards him, neck extending out till her darkly coated muzzle can brush his own in the simplest of greetings; surely a meeting for the records if she hadn’t turned him away with bared teeth yet like he was most likely expecting. Even his teasing is taken in stride, Feray eyeing him with mirth and somewhat relaxing the tensed coiling of skin along her legs and haunches, as if she’d been ready to spring away from him at first. She had thought about it, but the last thing she needed was for him to give him chase.
“While i am sure your home is quite beautiful, I still respectfully decline Solomon,” Feray’s voice is neutral, giving nothing away to her inner feelings, but she is honest and kind in the words she chooses to speak to him, “and what is wrong with a little sand in your diet? My home is more than just the dirt you walk on Sol, it takes the hardiest of souls to live where I do, and I could never think to ever part with it.” Was she saying this all again for his benefit or really for her own?
With his gaze moving from her to the trees she ran her eyes over the taller male, actually taking the time to fully notice him for once. There was just something about the stallion that unnerved her, especially how he always seemed to show up when she least expected him. He had a harem of women no doubt, what made her so special for him to lay his eyes on her as well? Roheryn was the first to receive her returned affection, but was Solomon’s constant appearance a sign that there were simply more fish in the sea so to speak? An interesting thought indeed, one she didn’t believe she’d ever act upon, but the seed was planted in her mind for further investigation later. Maybe a trip to Atlantis to see Nzingha would clear her weary mind after this. The season was heavy upon her, her judgement wavering because of it, but Feray would not let it be her undoing.
She flicks an ear at his words, his mentioning of her mate, derailing her curious eyes from his form before he can notice the slightest of interest fueled by the need to procreate in her gaze. Feray focuses on the leaves blowing in the wind, mulling over a reply a moment before tilting her teasing eyes back to him. “My lover,” did her own cheshire grin mimic his well, she wonders, her voice warm and playful, “is tending to our boys and our home. I snuck away before either could tether me back again. It has been far too long since I've had such freedom.” Roheryn would have argued with her at this, knowing she had free reign to wander the island of Salem, but just how many laps could she do around their home before her spirit grew weary of it all?
“The autumn breeze brings me such happiness,” she moves away from the topic of her family, shifting her body as if to go yet she looks at Solomon again from under her lashes, disguising the curious mask she wears, unable to fully leave without a whispered question in his direction, “care to walk with me a while Solomon?”. Feray didn’t want to cause problems, but maybe this could be a means to an end. She’d give the cove leader her company in hopes to sate his wondering if she’d ever leave her home for him. What harm could a little walk do?