as old as your omens
It's not a good night for stargazing.
The clouds had been gathering off shore for the better part of the afternoon, visible from the top of even the slightest of hills. As if the golden arms of the sun's light had been all that'd kept them at bay, they'd rolled in like a blanket the moment dusk had turned to twilight. Fei had been less than pleased as she'd watched it happen, catching a brief glimpse of a full moon before the sky became a rainbow of reflected sunlight - and then darkness. The lightening, though not unexpected, was still a surprise as it flashed white hot towards the north. It was a lazy storm, the thunder a sleepy rumble overhead. The rain came in indecisive spurts like a cat trying to get comfortable on an unfamiliar bed. On the one hand, she's glad to know she wont be spending her night uncomfortably damp but on the other she'd really been looking forward to making constellations.
She'd resigned herself to a dull evening of resting when the first bits of silver begin to break through, hope springing anew. Eager, she moves out from the edges of the meadow where the trees grow together more thickly and back into the meadow proper. The storm seemed to be passing.
Well. Sort of.
The night sky is visible in patches, the moon playing peek-a-boo and making her shadow dance across the dry, dead grasses left over from the summer. Still not ideal, but better than nothing, the white mare folds herself down slowly so that she might watch the changing scene above her in comfort - and perhaps root out a few shoots of new growth to snack on while she was at it. It's only because she's looking up that she spots him, standing a few strides off and seemingly lost in thought. She calls out to him without hesitation, loud enough that there is no mistaking the sound for anything other than what it is.
"Good evening!"
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ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu
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