a quarter past midnight

Rixen Rise and rise again until lambs become lions; "You’re right. We are." At the thought, a small grin tugged the corners of my lips upward. Why did I speak of the herd as if it were nonexistent? We were a herd now. Kiada made a good point, one that I was often forgetful of: the now was the best lens through which to view things. In the moment, as they were, rather than worrying about how they once were or what they might be. This sort of perspective never weighed me down, yet I so often forgot how to utilize it, simply because it was so hard not to become consumed by my own brooding - worries that now seemed so small in the big picture of things. Everything was small but us. And I didn’t want to let that feeling go. It was a shame that the night would end and give way to a garish sun. At present, the world fell into place. Time was liquid flowing by so effortlessly as we stood together beneath a sky of perfect midnight velvet, under stars so brilliant they drew my eyes heaven bound. Listening to the sound of each other’s breathing, feeling the gentle breeze comb its fingers through our manes, laughter in the air. Maybe, among all those things, there was even something else. Something there, albeit not quite as visible.  Soon, though, in perhaps a few hours, the sky would be painted with hues of red, orange and pink, all color returning to the sky as it would flushed cheeks: the dreaded signal to float back down to reality again. Such a thing was inevitable. But I knew I wouldn’t forget this time spent together, holding each other close. Would she?  Exhaling, I leaned back toward Kiada's golden form, lowering my head and closing my eyes, trying my best to keep relaxed. To appear relaxed, if the former option was unattainable. What did all this make us? There had to be a connection, even if it was a microscopic one - there was no other reason behind the flickering of my heart in her presence. Was there any meaning behind it, though, or was I misinterpreting the whole thing? The question was impossible to ignore, hovering like a fire breathing dragon encroaching my thoughts with its relentless flame. But my mouth could not be forced open to speak. Not so much as to ask. So I did no such thing. I did not voice my thoughts, for fear of disturbing things between us as they were, the happiness that presently resided within me. For fear of getting ahead of myself, or saying the wrong thing. I needed to think things over first. I wanted to be certain - as certain as I could be on my own. It was important to keep my head on my shoulders. Particularly during a moment like this, when it threatened to fly off.  So I played it off like I wasn’t completely wrapped up in my thoughts. Instead I tried to think about eating the eye of a beaked bear. Whatever sort of creature it was, it was not one that I had ever encountered before. I could only imagine how horrendous its appearance might be. However, it did little to prevent me from responding to her threat nonchalantly. "If there are enough eyes to go around, I’d do it. Provided equal participation on my behalf makes the experience slightly more bearable." I countered Kiada's look of disapproval with a smile of my own, etching its way onto my face in an attempt to bring light to what was sure to be a rather unpleasant situation. My green eyes searched her expression to see what she thought of the idea. From them came an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness. And of course, combined with a genuine willingness to help, there was that glint of amusement. "TALK HERE"

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@Kiada <33