Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on March 3, 2021 at 01:53:27 AM by Faldne
Only moments ago, they’d been strangers brought together by the whims of chance— by a single glance, a single impulse that might have easily gone unanswered. Yet by now, Faldne felt as if she knew the strange tall stallion. And as she spoke her soft seductive words, she was already anticipating the response that Evandr would offer her. The demure tuck of his head, the hesitant and fractured syllables of his speech. It mattered little to the Icelandic mare that her desire was not returned in kind— if anything, it thrilled her to know that she was coveted for more than her body could offer. That the taupe creature was the first to appreciate her for who she was, and not what. Laughing softly, she began to turn her had so that she might read his expression—
And then froze, undone at the unexpected rake of his teeth over her sensitive skin.
Would you really prefer that? Evandr’s voice penetrated the veil of desire that fell over her thoughts, cold truth to offset the heat pooling in her belly. Because their compatibility was not a question of preference, but reality. And it was this thought that led her into the bleaker words that followed— into the talk of sun (Evandr) and how they could never belong together. It was this that led her to confess her desire to stay while also confirming her intention to leave. The stallion was safe and familiar and warm, while the world outside that waited for her beyond his touch was both cold and implacable. But Faldne belonged to such a world, and could not bear to have a creature such as Evandr travel it beside her.
In the seconds that followed her pronouncement, however, the black pearl shook his head in denial. His voice was soft but passionate while it denounced the importance of kindness— and with those words, Faldne understood that her time to leave had arrived and gone. Pulling away from her companion, the seal brown mare was surprised to find him moving beside her. To feel the brush of his lips uncovering her eyes again— and revealing the damp trails that traced a faint trail from their corners. I will see you again, Faldne, he vowed in a voice that seemed to borrow from her strength. Somehow— over the course of the past few minutes— their roles had been reversed. Now it was the stout mare who felt fragile and soft, and her tall companion who seemed made of stone.
And she couldn’t bear it— knowing that she had already changed him in some inexplicable way.
“Please—” she murmured in a voice that might have once belonged to Evandr. “—don’t. Perhaps kindness isn’t everything, but you deserve warmth and sun, Evandr. Find them for me. And when you do, hold them close.” Lurching forward, the mahogany Icelandic fled back into the trees from which she’d come, letting the shadows swallow her dark figure until there was nothing left.
FALDNE
forsaken daughter of the sovngarde
forsaken daughter of the sovngarde
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