TORIELLE
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams
It took every ounce of control the mare held in her body not to melt under the gentle touch of Veil. Sure, all she had done was extend a flight feather to lift one of her strings of coin to inspect the decoration. But the sensation of having the stellar mare so close to… delicate regions made Torielle’s head spin violently. Her hide twitched as electricity crawled along her haunch. The star hadn’t even actually touched her skin, had barely caressed the auburn locks that held the jewelry she was looking at, and yet it rocked the dappled mare to her core.
It was a brief moment, but it threw the scholar’s heart into a stuttering rhythm for the remainder of her explanation, her mind trying desperately to convince her that the touch had meant nothing. A simple observational motion, curiosity from a galactic being who wanted to understand the function of the jewelry. Nothing more. No, nothing more.
She was thankful when Veil agreed to the longer train, breathing a sigh of light relief. Their friendship would remain safe, sacred, beautiful. The mare’s expression softened, a smile pulling at her lips as the star insisted on a matching colour. She really did like the idea of being part of a matching set. Torielle and Veil, Veil and Torielle, matching veils for Veil and Torielle. The thought ran circles in her head like children skipping to a rhyme, and it was pleasant enough that she indulged herself.
Bells chimed as they swayed between the mare’s antlers when she nodded. “Oh I would love to make you jingle with every step. They’ll hear you from miles away if I have my way with you,” her blue eyes sparkled as she grinned. No, No innuendo to be had there. None at all. Zip. Zero, Nada.
She wandered around the perimeter of the tent, searching for the longer trains. They were hanging in the back, behind the stall’s proprietor, high against the beams of the temporary structure. The stallion had a knowing look, and Torielle tried her best to ignore it, flicking her audits as she stared at the fabrics on display, concentration colouring her features.
Finally, she indicated an oblong piece with delicate beading and silver embroidery that looked like stars and moons. The border was thin and consisted of a navy blue pattern with alternating silver and black beadwork. Hanging nearby was a tangle of silver bells accented with pressed icons of stars, moons and tiny solar flares. As the seller passed the woman the items, he gruffly commented. “Those’ll look mighty fine on yer girlfriend with her, ah… sparkly stuff.”
Torielle was fairly sure she was going to burst into flame, but she made absolutely no attempt to correct the gentleman. Clearly he meant it in the platonic way, how mares have girlfriends. Friends. Who are girls. He was not making commentary on the obvious way that Tori danced around the songbirds in her chest and the longing looks she gave the woman at her side. She meekly took the veil and hips decorations, muttering a quick thank you before quickly returning to Veil with a smile, though the embarrassment was clear on her features.
“Why not start with these?”
art by the-day-of-shadow character by scapeh table by sunny
