⬩ Voyager ⬩
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Voyager had taken a far more affectionate tone with her since their arrival and while she had adapted to the notion slowly, she had yet to feel comfortable with the way he spoke to her. Handsome he was, but wilting flower weakened by sweetness she was not. Her people were a pirate sort, rough and vagabonds - unused to the intense sweetness that Voyager seemed inclined towards. She does not tell him, as she is concerned that the sweetness removed would also remove something important about him, but she hears ‘darling’ and thinks of sorry mares who were doted on and never saw an inch beyond their herd -- but looks at him and knows that is not what she is.
She does like the rich huskiness in his voice at her touch, though, and she smiles with as much sincere brightness as she had ever done. Those moments of restraint but appreciation is what kept her here. Kept her looking at him with a bit of awe and a small bit of wonder. "I slept well my dear. How did you?" Her ears twist in two directions, but she manages not to miss a beat. "You can just call me Mer, you know. Those close to me usually did." Although that had been a long time ago, it still seemed fitting to mention it.
Her ears twist in the new breeze off the ocean towards where it blew into the trees, looking out amongst the pines to where scattered trees freckled the tops with a splash of color here or there. She was grateful and even though she was not as affected by the season, she couldn’t say that her body was as reserved as her mind about the stallion beside her. Her chest twisted in knots thinking about the sheen of his black coat or how she could feel him approach through the tremble of the earth. Her nerves dissipated fast, then. Moments of receptiveness dotting her day to day relief of living somewhere safe and with someone who - while fond of prim nicknames - did indeed respect her autonomy and right to choose.
"I slept well. I think that sleeping beside you puts my mind at ease."
OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅