Falls

Glittering gold caught Nimet’s eye and drew its steely gaze away from the water. Her head lifted, starlight dripping from night sky lips, and she turned her face toward the stranger.

No, not a stranger.

She knew him from a dream, it seemed, or maybe that was wishful thinking. He was, after all, woven from the same fabric as she, and she would have picked him out of a crowd whether she wanted to or not. She eyed him with satisfaction as he halted a short distance away, her disdain at the lush green surrounding her hushed for the time being. The thought had occurred to her that if he lived in this claustrophobic, humid land, then certainly he was no better, but the golden stallion held his own expression of disappointment at the spoils of this island, and she knew that must not be true. Additionally, he appeared grossly out of place, like he had been poorly cut from an exquisite tapestry and placed carelessly here.

Despite the cautious hope the stallion brought with him that things were not all bad, Nimet did not offer him much in the way of friendliness, though she doubted he would take this as an insult. Companionship was an advantage, but could easily become a weakness if left unchecked. Nimet already knew that she needed no one else, and though she was not closed to the idea of a like-minded individual sharing her company, she was stubborn about her worth as a solitary survivor. As he said, she had been tested again and again, but such was life. This was just another test, wasn’t it? She thought about testing the stallion, though his words were a balm to her frustrations. Should she make him prove to her that he was worthy?

In the end, she did not think that was necessary; it was ultimately not why she felt pulled here. She offered him a polite dip of her head, and even a small, satisfied smile. ”And you appear to have succeeded unflinchingly as well,” she said smoothly, taking a graceful step toward him. ” You do not belong here,” she observed, with another step, but there she stopped. She watched him, considering the tone of his previous statement about the tests she has endured to prove her worth.

”Benim için bir şeyin var,” she said knowingly, after a moment of consideration. There was undeniably something about his presence here, something about the tone of his voice, that spoke of… a dare, or an invitation. Another test, surely, and Nimet was always willing - no, hungry - for the chance to be evaluated, appraised; for her character and her strength to be judged. ”Endulge me, parlak kor.” She raised her head to meet his depthless eyes, waiting. Curiosity was evident in her otherwise languid, feline eyes; this stallion was surely a work of art, but so was Nimet, and beneath her still exterior she crackled with renewed energy at the thought of his subtle challenge.