ARAXES
TENDER HEART
It felt good to cool off even in the autumn heat of the desert, where the sun would leave its mark on her if it tried enough. Her sensitive skin would pinken more and likely remain a little tender to the touch, but that was alright with her.
Perhaps she was hoping to see the flashes of ivory and amethyst she had come to love, even lingering here in the oasis. Torstein.. she hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, and she ached for him. With their children taking on their own lives, she had been left in Denocte to read and learn, to share her knowledge among the people and help those that needed it. Tending wounds and teaching words and writing.
She missed her family. She missed Tor.
Her heart seemed to ache for him, a dull pain in her chest that felt years old.
Araxes was lost in her own thoughts when she heard the voice, her head lifting from where her chin had tucked against herself, her wings fanning out slightly behind her ears to release more heat while she could. It took even a little longer for the words to process, and when they did, the speckled mare was smiling just softly.
"A traveler. Solterra is not my home." Her words were soft as her smile, and she took a step or two in the water, stirring up the sand underhoof in to a small cloud as she did, and wading a little deeper. It was nice to remain in the water, at least, even with the sun beating down on her back. She had missed this, missed being part of the world. Being locked away had changed her in ways she could not fathom.
"I am Araxes, of the Night Court." Her title at the moment was meaningless without a regime to hold her to it, though she attempted to be the best she could at her position. It was hard, when you were the only one left, other than the Warden of Denocte, and even Rosti seemed to have vanished for the time being.
She could not blame him.
Perhaps she was hoping to see the flashes of ivory and amethyst she had come to love, even lingering here in the oasis. Torstein.. she hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, and she ached for him. With their children taking on their own lives, she had been left in Denocte to read and learn, to share her knowledge among the people and help those that needed it. Tending wounds and teaching words and writing.
She missed her family. She missed Tor.
Her heart seemed to ache for him, a dull pain in her chest that felt years old.
Araxes was lost in her own thoughts when she heard the voice, her head lifting from where her chin had tucked against herself, her wings fanning out slightly behind her ears to release more heat while she could. It took even a little longer for the words to process, and when they did, the speckled mare was smiling just softly.
"A traveler. Solterra is not my home." Her words were soft as her smile, and she took a step or two in the water, stirring up the sand underhoof in to a small cloud as she did, and wading a little deeper. It was nice to remain in the water, at least, even with the sun beating down on her back. She had missed this, missed being part of the world. Being locked away had changed her in ways she could not fathom.
"I am Araxes, of the Night Court." Her title at the moment was meaningless without a regime to hold her to it, though she attempted to be the best she could at her position. It was hard, when you were the only one left, other than the Warden of Denocte, and even Rosti seemed to have vanished for the time being.
She could not blame him.
@Kauri
