Fairspell Meadow If the heavens ever did speak...continued

A thread with my favorite two characters: YES PLEASE @Horosk

"So what now?"

Three words. Nine letters. A comfirmation of how much he cared.

It was as if the weight of the world lifted off of her shoulders. That lingering fear, the one that whispered to her that anything she gained would always be swept away, faded to the recesses of her mind. Anticipation fluttered from the tip of her spine down to the claws on her mitts. Those words were all it took for her to finally allow herself to think about what the future could be like with Horosk by her side. 

Mira would spend every one of those days she was alone over agian just to be able to repeat this moment for the rest of her life. This was the person who had shared his deepest secrets with her, his darkest fears. Yet he stood before her with a glint of adventure in his amethyst eyes. Those eyes he shared with that dark wraith of a woman. The fae wondered if perhaps that was why she had never seen him look into the water back in the Bypass, or perhaps it simply never happened. She doubted it.

That land, that valley held so many beautiful memories, yet it also harbored some of the worst memories from her life. Fear, sadness, loneliness had cornered her in that territory.

The dove realized she had been staring off, realized that her face had molded into the three emotions she hid in the darkest reaches of her heart. In seconds they were wiped clean, but she knew he had seen them, she knew that if she met his gaze it would have mirrored hers. Instead she cleared her throat, shifting from one delicate paw to the next.

"Perhaps we should find a new home?" Away from Her. Away from that unbearable terror and pain. She met his gaze, questions laden in that single glance.

YES <3

He had never expected this.

It was almost funny how life threw you into different directions, situations you'd never planned and presented you with choices you'd never dreamed of choosing. Life seemed to have a plethora of unwritten stories that evolved as one grew, and adapted as a new choice was made - nothing was set in stone, it seemed. For he was certain if he'd never come upon the Teekon, he'd never be meeting the gaze of the girl before him.

Stories were forged from the characters involved, designed so carefully by the hands of these numerous choices that led to new opportunities and different options so great in quantity that one would be fixed to pen and paper for the rest of eternity if they were to try and list them. It was so strange to think how far the man had come since his paws had led him to these Wilds, strange to imagine what a different wolf he had been.

It was Spring when they returned, an unmistakable joy of coming abundance energizing the air around the pair. Some laced patterns of white still coated sections of the ground but primarily there was new warmth to invite the lips to smile, promising the appearance of colourful flowers to wrap their garlands around the land in days to come. Gentle rays of golden light shone from behind puffy clouds dotting the canvas of blue above them.

Horosk had noticed the emotions rolling like blue waves across Mira's face but he did not question them, for he truly mirrored the exact feelings. He heard the clearing of her throat and a slight smile graced his lips as he gazed toward her, awaiting the words that were sure to come. "A home... that would be good." The man confirmed, momentarily allowing his eyes to wander the far reaches of the horizon.

They had stood in this very spot months before. Stood here filled with the same joy and excitement as they did today, if not less. Yet the beautiful, mountainous terrain carried the weight of their past conversation. It hovered in the air, as thick as the sap seeping from the trees. Semira could feel it pressing down on her chest, but chose instead to remember the light shining in those bright, ameranthine eyes. Just as they did now, gazing down upon her.

Perhaps it had been fate that lead them back to this place: the beginning of their journey, the end of the one before. The place that had been the end of her loneliness. Or perhaps neither of them had noticed the tug of the North, the cries of their old home, pulling them back towards the lush meadows and vibrant forests of the Bypass. Part of her knew it to be true. Part of her was convinced that she simply wanted to explore the uncharted Northern lands.

Semira could imagine the snow dipped mountains, branches hanging with the weight of snow. In the warmer seasons cool breezes would brush away memories of the heat of southern summers. She wanted a place that felt: right. She wanted somewhere where she and Hor could settle down. The image of small paw prints in freshly lain powder fluttered across her minds eye. A blurry depiction, but it was enough to make her wandering thoughts pause - stutter. 

The fae gave Horosk a broad grin, her amber eyes glimmering with unspoken delight, the image growing clearer in her mind. "I want to go North." Her mind was set, and she knew the male would agree with practially anything she suggested. He was smitten, and it was absolutely adorable. "Past the Bypass.." She added quickly, not wanting to bring back any of the unpleasant memories. They had not spoken much about them, but the woman knew that they would when the time came. Their trip had been too lovely to focus on the past, not when they had a beautiful future ahead of them.