There is a gentleness found in iron fists and a cruelty sleeping in soft words
Prone as she was to her strolls taking her across mountain ranges and countries, Cerridwen was accustomed to stumbling upon strangers throughout her wanderings. Thus, it was no surprise when the white-splashed stallion began to take form in the near distance. Long legs carried the mare swiftly over the earth, despite her leisurely pace, and Cerridwen soon found herself smiling politely at her newest acquaintance.
“Hello,” Came her soft greeting, silvery eyes warm and expression open — she had yet to meet anyone in Novus who failed to be delightful company, and could not help the flicker of joy that licked along her spine. “How do you do?”
The male was, surprisingly, taller than Cerridwen and build with a solidity that made the healer wonder at what sort of life he had claimed before this one. Indeed the stranger, despite an air of either aimlessness or melancholy about him, seemed to be wholly seated within his own self, as if his skin had always fit over his bones with a level of self-assuredness that even Cerridwen lacked. Whatever experiences had he weathered to fill himself with such a sense of aplomb that it could be felt in the air around him?
Tilting her head in a markedly birdlike manner, Cerridwen found herself searching the stallion’s face, his posture, his shining coat, as if merely studying him for long enough would provide the answers she sought. Leonine tail swaying lightly in the cool evening breeze, it occurred to the maiden that her scrutiny may be construed as suspicion, and she worked to school her features into something more palatable.
“I am Cerridwen, would you care to walk together for a bit?”
Oh, how she would love to pick this stallion’s brain — what tales he must carry upon those masive shoulders.
cerridwen
Prone as she was to her strolls taking her across mountain ranges and countries, Cerridwen was accustomed to stumbling upon strangers throughout her wanderings. Thus, it was no surprise when the white-splashed stallion began to take form in the near distance. Long legs carried the mare swiftly over the earth, despite her leisurely pace, and Cerridwen soon found herself smiling politely at her newest acquaintance.
“Hello,” Came her soft greeting, silvery eyes warm and expression open — she had yet to meet anyone in Novus who failed to be delightful company, and could not help the flicker of joy that licked along her spine. “How do you do?”
The male was, surprisingly, taller than Cerridwen and build with a solidity that made the healer wonder at what sort of life he had claimed before this one. Indeed the stranger, despite an air of either aimlessness or melancholy about him, seemed to be wholly seated within his own self, as if his skin had always fit over his bones with a level of self-assuredness that even Cerridwen lacked. Whatever experiences had he weathered to fill himself with such a sense of aplomb that it could be felt in the air around him?
Tilting her head in a markedly birdlike manner, Cerridwen found herself searching the stallion’s face, his posture, his shining coat, as if merely studying him for long enough would provide the answers she sought. Leonine tail swaying lightly in the cool evening breeze, it occurred to the maiden that her scrutiny may be construed as suspicion, and she worked to school her features into something more palatable.
“I am Cerridwen, would you care to walk together for a bit?”
Oh, how she would love to pick this stallion’s brain — what tales he must carry upon those masive shoulders.
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@Liam <3333333 he’s one whole baby
I would like to note that it took literally my whole entire reserve of willpower to not have Cerri ask “how y’all are you” ;)
