elchanan
caught by guile/cut down by lust
Elchanan has never liked the sea much, but it is the only place in this godforsaken where he is not plagued by the light, the light, the light.
Down here on the gray shore, banked by a steep, ragged cliff, the setting sun cannot reach him. It is slipping below the horizon to his back, casting a red-purple light onto the darkening sea but unable to catch him from where he stands underneath an outcropping of rock, watching the waves crash without any real interest. The day is finally beginning to cool; wind sweeps in on off the water, tousling the long hairs of his tail until they start to snarl.
The light, the light, the light. And now the sky is turning a deep, bruisey purple flecked with stars, and in one corner hangs a sliver of moon that the priest watches with a yearning so deep it makes his heart clench and his stomach turn. His spine and shoulders are still itching where the sun splashed onto them yesterday. Tomorrow he will look for Samaira in the hospital, a place he did not even know existed until some horrifically kindly old woman said he could find the pegasus there. (Her mane had been repulsively tangled, and it took significant willpower not to insist that she brush it out right then and there.)
Elchanan is not the type to think before speaking. Or to worry about anything at all, really. But there is no distraction here on the empty, darkening beach, and so his mind turns unwillingly to what he might say tomorrow, how he should dress, what gift he might bring to curry her favor, after he (some might say) disappeared for a few weeks too long. Still—all the evidence suggests he could show up filthy and empty-handed and she might still find something to cling to. Delicious.
The beach here is hardly anything to be enamored with, a hidden curve of blackish rock particles bordered by a misty cliff. So of course the priest is startled by the sudden appearance of a shadow turning the corner into the bay—a small, stockily built mare whose features are lost in the encroaching darkness. Elchanan blows out a disappointed breath, and calls: “Good evening.”
@Saphira <3
