OH, TO BE HERE ON THE GROUND
Toro flicked his ears dismissively at Anzhelo’s explanation; he didn’t really know enough about gods or Dawn or whatever else went on here and he felt strangely trapped and compelled to stay and oh, good, he’s talking about something else now—.
Anzhelo smiles, Toro momentarily taken aback by the whole occurrence as the little stag’s demeanor brightens. She’s special to him, as a daughter should be, as any child should be. ”That’s a nice name,” the white stallion says, and he means it, though he is seldom one to comment on such things. Theodosia sounds like a warrior queen, cast in marble in a town square, once famous not for blood shed, but for the purpose of its shedding. ”She sounds like someone I’d like to meet.” Perhaps he thinks too much of himself in this moment, as if he is not a coward, not some whimpering idiot who would rather turn tail at a searching gaze or uncertain action than face what was really going on—
Toro huffs, gaze shifting to the cave’s entrance, warm orange afternoon light bled through by long shadows. ”I don’t want to be stuck up in the mountains at night,” he says, but really, he doesn’t want to be stuck up here forever with the kind of thoughts that rattle around in the heads of boys like them. He’ll slip into the shadows as soon as he - not as soon as he can. As soon as it feels right.
"What I say,"
What I think,
Anzhelo smiles, Toro momentarily taken aback by the whole occurrence as the little stag’s demeanor brightens. She’s special to him, as a daughter should be, as any child should be. ”That’s a nice name,” the white stallion says, and he means it, though he is seldom one to comment on such things. Theodosia sounds like a warrior queen, cast in marble in a town square, once famous not for blood shed, but for the purpose of its shedding. ”She sounds like someone I’d like to meet.” Perhaps he thinks too much of himself in this moment, as if he is not a coward, not some whimpering idiot who would rather turn tail at a searching gaze or uncertain action than face what was really going on—
Toro huffs, gaze shifting to the cave’s entrance, warm orange afternoon light bled through by long shadows. ”I don’t want to be stuck up in the mountains at night,” he says, but really, he doesn’t want to be stuck up here forever with the kind of thoughts that rattle around in the heads of boys like them. He’ll slip into the shadows as soon as he - not as soon as he can. As soon as it feels right.
"What I say,"
What I think,
