Nearly instantly, Grace relaxes. Though a soft voice echoed in her skull, of a man suggesting that there were individuals here that ate children, at this point Grace didn’t care. She was happy to find reprieve from the cold. The dark woman’s neck over her back, and Grace clings to her side. “No, I really don’t think so. I’m grateful you’re here.” Her words are gentle, playing with a slight lilt in the cold winter air.
“It seems I picked the wrong season to wash up here,” Grace speaks softly. There’s a coy chuckle that plays in her words, on her voice. Nature was unforgiving. All Grace could do, especially for now, was ask for forgiveness and hope for the best. Riding out the winter would be difficult, but she’s resilient.
I’ll be alright, and Grace nods, tutting softly. A worrier with a soft heart. A soft woman. The dark woman speaks of the Atlantis, and the spotted creature lets go a soft sigh. The breath washes over her companion, a small cloud of steam rising. “It sounds beautiful,” Grace breathes the last word. She’s nearly awestruck. How could somewhere so near be so different? “I would like that… we can go in the morning?” The question is gentle, hanging in the air.
Exhaustion takes Grace soon after it takes the shadow of the woman. Her sleep is light, unsettled, but she’s grateful for the warmth and the rest. Beside the woman was the safest, most comfortable that Grace had been in longer than she cared to admit. Safety comes from numbers. Two was far better than one. Gratitude doesn’t begin to describe the feeling.
14.2 hh. classic champagne leopard. 4. knabstrupper x saddlebred.
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