There is a gentleness found in iron fists and a cruelty sleeping in soft words
She lost track of time among the calls of nightbirds and the distant bell-like song of the stars; the mare found her mind wandering where it would in peaceful waves, drawing her nowhere in particular. It had been some time since she had felt so grounded in herself, the ebbing and flowing within her soul one of a contentment. Yet, the approach of another lapped gently at the edges of her awareness and Cerridwen carefully extracted herself from her musings.
Turning her horned skull toward the cloud-patterned stranger, Cerridwen offered a soft smile and a nod of welcome. Ears twisted forward to better catch the sound of her west companion’s voice and the amethyst woman took a moment to asses the quiet pride with which the mare — Luvena — held herself. It was no show of ego, that spine of steel; indeed, the wariness that marked the lines of the shorter femme’s face hid none of the experience that lived in her aquamarine gaze. What tales this stranger must have, to hold such history in her bones, and for that history to seep through patchwork skin.
“Cerridwen,” Came her simply response, silvery eyes flickering with warmth, “I would hope the ice would be kind enough to preserve us, and not merely melt us away come spring.” Punctuating her words with another grin, this one a bit wider, Cerridwen absentmindedly wrapped her leonine tail about a back leg and leaned comfortably to the side. “Does winter treat all of Novus so harshly, or is it just Denocte that weathers it’s bite?”
@Luvena <33
Turning her horned skull toward the cloud-patterned stranger, Cerridwen offered a soft smile and a nod of welcome. Ears twisted forward to better catch the sound of her west companion’s voice and the amethyst woman took a moment to asses the quiet pride with which the mare — Luvena — held herself. It was no show of ego, that spine of steel; indeed, the wariness that marked the lines of the shorter femme’s face hid none of the experience that lived in her aquamarine gaze. What tales this stranger must have, to hold such history in her bones, and for that history to seep through patchwork skin.
“Cerridwen,” Came her simply response, silvery eyes flickering with warmth, “I would hope the ice would be kind enough to preserve us, and not merely melt us away come spring.” Punctuating her words with another grin, this one a bit wider, Cerridwen absentmindedly wrapped her leonine tail about a back leg and leaned comfortably to the side. “Does winter treat all of Novus so harshly, or is it just Denocte that weathers it’s bite?”
@Luvena <33
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