in the changing wind, it echoes deep
wearing thin the heart beneath, there's no place to call our own
Just as she had finished speaking her name, another approached. Jezanna’s silver gaze moved quickly over the newcomer, a heavy and dark chestnut with a mane consisting of shocking white layered over black. His eyes were not so unlike her own, metallic and bright. The young moon looks past him and sees a dark, canine-like shape in the shadows. Truthfully, her gaze is drawn to the bright green of its eyes and marking its coat. It is the first non-equine creature she has seen since arriving here, other than the typical small critters such as birds, squirrels and the like. How curious, she thought, as none seemed to fear it. It must be familiar.
As he speaks, Jezanna looks back to the man, noticing that the winged mare also looks to him. She speaks his name: Rostislav. She files it away for later, shifting her weight so as to better have them both within her line of sight without craning her neck. From the way that the stardusted female calls him friend, Jezanna assumes they must get on well and there is an ache in her chest at the familiarity. Her wish for such simple things as friendship is a heavy stone in her heart, but she blinks away the longing no doubt present in her gaze as, at last, she learns the other woman’s name.
“I thank you, Aislinn,” she speaks after a moment. Her midnight mane swings as she turns her head, looking over the mirror lake once more, “though I do believe it will take some time to get used to your kingdom.” It is an honest fact, but as earlier she is careful not to reveal too much. So far they had been welcoming and still a small part of her feared that she would be cast away for her truth. Yet another piece, perhaps a larger one, told her that if anyone would not resent her presence it would be the one who spoke so fondly of the night sky as she herself did. Jezanna breathed, filling her lungs with the cool night air, and glances at the stallion.
“You do not interrupt at all. In truth, I am glad for the company,” a smile touches her lips, sincere. If it had not been made clear by now that she was a newcomer to at least this particular land, if not this world as a whole, well she was sure they knew it. At least, the twilight woman thought, she could find out more about it while she had the chance. She hoped they would be willing to share as they did not seem bothered by her presence as an outsider, such that she was. “What can you tell me about this kingdom of stars and smoke?”
@Aislinn @Rostislav
