i want to be the spark in your eyes Posted on July 6, 2025 at 11:31:11 PM by Rhoxane
Miraculously, the uniquely-painted form of Nicodemus seemed to materialize right before their eyes. On his face was a wide grin, and their names were spoken with a welcoming, friendly tone. The golden mare and her dark son, so far from the sands where they had last met, returned the happy expression. It was all Rhoxane could do not to come undone right on the spot. Yet, she did not waver nor unravel. Such things might come later when the night might provide some privacy. They still had matters to discuss.
"Nicodemus," the champagne female says, greeting him in her gentle, but still formal fashion. Her expression tilts then into something a tad more diffident. It should be easy: to say that she, or rather they, were taking him up on the open invitation to come to the Inlet. Rhoxane had inferred that the offer was for them to come and stay with him. And while that had likely been Nico's intent, the golden mare had feared while they traveled that she had read too deeply into the calico stallion's words. After briefly glancing at Rhodius, the Salem-born mare focused her gaze on Nicodemus and implored:
"We were hoping your offer to come to the Inlet was still open?"