all power requires sacrifice and pain.
His glacial gaze, lingered on her sorrowful eyes. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face. It was as if he wasn't the figure she'd been yearning for – a long-lost love perhaps, or maybe her brother, a knight in shining armor come to rescue her. He shook out his knotted tendrils, fighting back the torrent of thoughts threatening to overwhelm him.
'I'm fine,' she said, but the loneliness in her voice, the yearning in her brilliant blue eyes, betrayed her words.
"You remind me of someone,” she blurted out, and his brow knitted together as he waited for her to finish her sentence.
"But he left. It was jus’ sposed to be for a little while."
A familiar wave of sorrow engulfed him as he exhaled deeply through his whiskered lips. His existence was an intricate tapestry adorned with recollections of cherished souls, a perpetual reminder of the bittersweet tapestry of life.
"Sometimes, life often unfolds in this manner, he murmured aloud, addressing both her and himself.
"Some relationships endure, while others are fleeting," His thoughts drifted to his mother, whose absence had lingered for months. A profound dread gnawed at him, whispering that she might never return, that her fate was sealed.
Despite the weight of his grief, he found solace in the realization that they could cherish the present. His icy gaze sought out her sorrowful eyes, a faint smile flickering on his lips like a whisper of hope in the face of adversity.
"But, we could enjoy the moments we have been given now," his glacial gaze sought out those sad eyes.
"I am Síhtríc, of the searing Desert sands," A brief nod punctuated his self-introduction, and a warm smile spread across his lips.
Second in the Desert
MUTT - stallion - Grullo Snowflake - FIFTEEN HANDS