Samaira doesn’t see the girl below at first, surveying the coastline. She is resting upon the edge of the cliff like a bird, wings slightly open to catch the sun, front legs dangling over the side. Her eyes are partially closed, enjoying the peace and the spring-day weather. Alaunus is pressed against her side, his legs tucked beneath him; she can feel his feathers brushing against her skin every time the breeze blows.
She doesn’t see the girl below until she lifts her head above the water and speaks. The pegasus’ eyes pop open and seek out the source of the voice. What she sees is both a wonder and a familiarity. An equine of the sea, but this one is much different from the first one she had met. How many of them, she wonders, exist out there? Samaira wonders if this one, too, wishes to be treated as an animal who does what it must to survive.
“No,” the earthen woman responds, looking down from her perch on the cliff at the woman in the water, “they call me Samaira.” She flares her wings out to balance herself and leans a little more forward so that she can hear the words spoken from so far below. “What do they call you?” Her voice is smoky and almost humming, as her dark hair splashes against the ground like a waterfall and her moon-bright eyes stare curiously down, down, down.
”You’re very beautiful.”
The compliment drifts almost lazily upward, coming to rest upon Samaira’s skin like a dandelion seed. Her cheeks warm and Alaunus stirs at her side, rising to his feet in order to observe. Samaira thinks he would be smiling at her discomfort if he were able. To be sure, she is not quite sure how to take the words, regardless of the meaning. “Your eyes are very striking,” she says in kind, for even from this distance she can see their paleness contrasting against deep kohl lines.
Her bonded seems more suspicious of the sea-girl than Samaira, his sky blue eyes watching her with some caution. ”If you show her to the Court you might want to keep your distance,” he remarks, and Samaira turns toward him with a raised brow. ”I am not a helpless bird, Alaunus. But if she is truly searching for the Court then I see no problem in guiding her.” She turns her silver gaze back to the water and the one within it, and can’t help but wonder what it must be like to swim.
She imagines it must be similar to flying.
“I would be happy to show you the way, it’s just a few miles west,” Samaira says at last, wearing a smile upon her lips.
"Speaking."
She doesn’t see the girl below until she lifts her head above the water and speaks. The pegasus’ eyes pop open and seek out the source of the voice. What she sees is both a wonder and a familiarity. An equine of the sea, but this one is much different from the first one she had met. How many of them, she wonders, exist out there? Samaira wonders if this one, too, wishes to be treated as an animal who does what it must to survive.
“No,” the earthen woman responds, looking down from her perch on the cliff at the woman in the water, “they call me Samaira.” She flares her wings out to balance herself and leans a little more forward so that she can hear the words spoken from so far below. “What do they call you?” Her voice is smoky and almost humming, as her dark hair splashes against the ground like a waterfall and her moon-bright eyes stare curiously down, down, down.
”You’re very beautiful.”
The compliment drifts almost lazily upward, coming to rest upon Samaira’s skin like a dandelion seed. Her cheeks warm and Alaunus stirs at her side, rising to his feet in order to observe. Samaira thinks he would be smiling at her discomfort if he were able. To be sure, she is not quite sure how to take the words, regardless of the meaning. “Your eyes are very striking,” she says in kind, for even from this distance she can see their paleness contrasting against deep kohl lines.
Her bonded seems more suspicious of the sea-girl than Samaira, his sky blue eyes watching her with some caution. ”If you show her to the Court you might want to keep your distance,” he remarks, and Samaira turns toward him with a raised brow. ”I am not a helpless bird, Alaunus. But if she is truly searching for the Court then I see no problem in guiding her.” She turns her silver gaze back to the water and the one within it, and can’t help but wonder what it must be like to swim.
She imagines it must be similar to flying.
“I would be happy to show you the way, it’s just a few miles west,” Samaira says at last, wearing a smile upon her lips.
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