Though she asked, he would not offer his injury to her, a reason she believed had something to do with pride. The beast was well weathered with a plethora of scars to hint the tales of his history, yet unknown. Perhaps another to his collection did not merit the care she offered. Rather than insist on a brief inspection, she let it be, not wanting to damage their fragile understanding. A simplistic state of being, onto an intimate one.
"I came from the plateau," uttered honestly, and for a moment turned her gaze across the flatlands. "In the morning, the sun in warmest there. I wanted to see it rise from the woods," smoothly she returned her tired gaze to him. The intent sounded reasonable to her ears, and that was all she cared to regard when offering her confession to any that would listen. Her time within her mountain keep, had instilled how precious the shared word was to another. Be it truth, or offer no word at all. However simplistic. However foolish.
"...and now I return to the lake before the moon's rise," she continued just as softly. Her ears fanned back as she let her gaze graced his muzzle. "I have found no other place where the moon dances as vibrantly as it does on the water..." |