two lovers went hand in hand;
It echoes their footsteps that pitter patter over obsidian and pearls. Through the night the steady beat drums on and on. It is a clock, telling them all you still stand, you still live. Sleep is a stranger to the mare set on fire, the woman of light and hope and unbridled determination. Amber eyes almost glow, almost rage, almost burn as they follow the line of bodies again and again and again. Each one becomes familiar, almost as familiar as the pale, dappled man beside her.
Eik tempers her unease, reins in the need to move and act and be sure all are well. Has the sea swallowed any? Restless eyes flicker again, counting heads, counting bodies, falling back again and again to the man up front. The man with a pale girl beside him, guarding him. For a moment, Moira Tonnerre feels her eyes narrow and something awful, something ugly, gnawing at her heart. Is this Jealousy, she wonders? Dark hair is damp upon her cheek - from sweat or sea-spray, she cannot tell you.
Pink tongue darts out, parting sanguine lips, splitting a red sea to rewet it. Again, she wonders how her mouth is so dry when they are surrounded by mile upon mile of water.
The night goes on in a restless wonder, an unease, a need to go forward (not back, never back). And then... Silence. It frightens her like a mother dying, like a brother off to war, like a sister spurned. Heart stutters in her chest, and she looks to Eik. Eik, who asks her what she wishes to do. Where they are to go. There is no hesitation, no thought. Only once answer is available and simple and obvious. So she smiles, "Toward the future, will you go with me?" the Pegasus asks.
And it is an unleashing, his nod. So they move again, side by side, toward a new dawn and a new land. What splendors will it hold? What wonders will she unearth? Perhaps new tonics and plants for poultices... Her mind reels for a moment, only one, until red shoulder brushes against dappled grey. Blushing, kohl lashes cover amber eyes surrounded by black (so strange, so seemingly wrong, so alien and lovely). "My head doesn't seem to be here," is her only apology, but she brushes along his shoulder again. Softer, more aware, back with Eik in the present.
STAFF EDIT***
@Moirahas rolled a 6! She has been awarded +200 signos.
