Such a blast of Fresh Air Posted on December 10, 2023 at 02:46:11 AM by Polar
She bounced from hoof to hoof. Polar had seen this sort of excitement before. Only in foals and in his parents. He watched the way his mother often moved with a giddy excitement when she fell for Solomon. Not his flashy lead but she hadn't needed to be. Sharkie was special to Solomon and he loved her. Polar knew this. There were a few special mares in his life and Polar's mother was one of them. So was her friend. So were a couple of others. He loved all his mares but sometimes you could just tell who held a creature's heart.
Polar wondered if that would happen between the two of them. In time he'd find out though. It was clear to him of that much. He is merely watching her now with a smile on his lips. There's a soft and pleasant laughter in those eyes and it's suddenly extending to his throat. It dies to a chuckle as he picked up pace behind her and soon; beside her.
Polar listened as she told him about her first appearances here on the islands. She tells him about her daughter Rosaliana and he cannot wait to meet the child. She tells him about another stallion named Romaro and how she'd run from him and his kindness. How it had made her uneasy and she hadn't been able to handle it. He can understand this. It is here that they reach the water and he follows her easily into the waves. It is a time before they have met the shoreline of the Ridge.
The laughter is pleasant to his ears and he finds it comforting. Gently her eyes fall on him again as she made sure he was still following her. Softly he calls to her with a soft whicker. Gently he squeals like a boy chasing after his favorite ball. In these moments he is content. Polar cannot remember ever feeling like this before and it felt good. It felt real good. There is nothing he wants more than to have this sweet red mare by his side forever. Of this much; Polar is sure. He finds himself wanting to know more and more about her. In due time though; no rush. Polar had time to get to know her. Ears twitch as he shook the extra water from his body. Gently he dances on his hooves much like she had. There was a giddy excitement to him.
Her voice is soft and he listens but those eyes fill with a dull sorrow again. So quickly had the shimmer left them with her words and he is frowning. His honey eyes burn with concern for how quickly her mood had changed. He is pressing his broad chest against her own then and gently a warm breath escapes his nostrils to tickle her own nose. His eyes are looking into her own. "You are not alone Asphara. Never alone." His tone is rich but quiet. It is almost a whisper as he continued. "I look forward to meeting them and your Rosaliana." He continued and there is a warm smile on his lips again. "In the morning. I am tired from our journey and I can only imagine you must be Asphara. Let us slumber through the rest of the night and you can introduce us in the morning." He is quiet then as he brushed his nose gently against her cheek. Replies: