" it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth."
There is in her some nameless urge that itches and burns at her skin when the stallion passes by her without a second glance. For a moment she wants to call it anything but interest and curiosity. But he smells like the sun and the sand, like Eik. And the moment that thought blazes across her mind like a star, bright enough to blind, she is lost.
Her skin feels like a living thing tugging her to look only at his shadow looming across the ground and swallowing all the others around it. It nips at her heels, that same thing that made her run from the mountains towards Caligo, towards the crown that has yet to grace her brow. At first she follows him at a distance and tells herself that she's only creeping in the shadows of the crowd because he is walking towards the large trees Fable often slumbers in.
Finally though she has to admit she follows him simply because he carries with him the sun instead of the moon and she has been learning to love the fire.
When he stops at the tree and something as dark and fathomless as a trench in the sea drifts across his gaze her own heart stutters and aches in her chest. She wants to say she knows who lived once on that balcony that sits empty and dusted above walls still water-stained. Isra wants to say anything to draw his gaze down, down from the tree where fable hides in the leaves, growing larger even as he slumbers.
Each of her steps rings softly on the cracked stone as she joins him. Her horn seems like a fragile thing when she's close enough to count the dots of black below his eyes. Between them the stones turns black and rough, ore instead of smooth moonstone.
A hundred words dance wildly behind her teeth and perhaps had she looked anywhere but at the sharp bones across his chest she would have simply said hello. Instead she lifts her nose and her mane dances like a black, grave shroud in the breeze. “You have teeth around your heart.” She whispers. Once it would have been pity that shone in her sea-blue eyes.
Now she only looks at him and it's understanding that unfurls in her eyes like a spool of barbed wire.
@Torstein
