Falls

She grins broadly as he joins her, and for a moment there is nothing but their dance, nothing but the exquisite push and pull of muscles lifting them into a motion that serves no purpose other than to express what it is that they feel. There is a magic that permeates the entire clearing, one that she will carry with her for the rest of her days.

The Morrigan watches as he takes her invitation and adds a grandeur to it that she appreciates. Equally courtly, the lithe roan dips her own head with a tuck of one slender foreleg, and murmurs her assent. Together they fall into step once more, the warmth of his sun-drenched coat a balm against her own. It is more awkward at first as they find their shared rhythm, and the tiniest of creases furrows her golden brow. It is a dance unlike any she has ever experienced herself, a sharing of spirit and heart rather than just admiration and attention. It requires her to focus, to channel her wildness into something more controlled and constructive, and she is as awkward at this new skill as he had been at dancing freely.

In the end, they manage, their hearts finally finding the same song and giving life to their hooves until this dance - as the ones before it - ends in a wonderful crescendo. Sides heaving, the Morrigan lifted her gaze to the handsome older stallion, her neat ears poking through the wild disarray of her pale mane to point toward him. He bows again, and that same smile from earlier winds its way across her lips, curling them into a pretty smirk as she studies the charismatic stallion before her. She does not even know his name, but she feels as if she knows everything important about him, as if she could meet him a hundred years from now and recognize his soul from the twinkle in his eyes.

"It is an open invitation," she offers between breaths, dipping her own petite head in a mock bow with a subtle step back. "Should we meet again, you need not ask to join me." She hummed softly again, her tail whisking over her haunches as she considered him. Tipping her petite head, she asked again, no judgment in her gentle tones. "What will you do now?"