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Her eyes closed softly after a moment, letting her uninjured arm drift down the side of her horse’s neck. She moved her fingers in circles and messaged the muscles under his supple golden skin. The breezes came and went while she waited, kissing her bare shoulders and raking the leaves off a couple trees. Scents were carried into the air sweet with spring flowers or ocean mist. Ever sighed and slipped further down on Saphraine’s crest, continuing to lace her other hand into his mane.
During the duration of the time she lingered at the borders came thoughts from back home. Nearly all of the snow patches had melted which came to quite a relief to the silver girl. Even though all the obstacles had disappeared from her trail, she found it difficult to visit friends or family. It wasn’t a choice to decide each day whether or not to take the trip to Lunenberg or Halifax, but the matter of not wanting to leave the house. Ezra had been scarce around their beach side shack to the point of where the girl had spent an unbearable amount of time in bed alone.
She shifted again atop her steed, this time catching a slightly different aroma carried by spring’s breath. Ever detected the spicy sweet scent of a Dahlian fast approaching, mixed with the minty taste of herbs. Ocean hued eyes scanned the inside of the territory, gaze drawn to bright spots of color. Rich jade and sea greens stood out starkly compared to the nearly colorless ocean line her eyes were used to yielding.
Although currents of fragrance came in quick waves, the silver girl couldn’t sense any anger or disruption of the natural serenity that became spring. Suddenly, a wolf in tones as earthy and warm as the flora itself appeared in the distance. He approached with ease which instantly calmed Ever. She slipped gracefully off Saphraine, addressing his caring nicker by taking his head in her hands and stroking the easy white blaze on his face.
The boy greeted her as soon as he came close and reminded her she was close to the borders. Ever nodded, brushing back her plethora of amber curls along with the end of her winter blue plaid scarf.
“Thank you, and yes, actually. I am here in search for the newly appraised Apothecary,”
The silver hybrid replied, adding on one of her gently dazzling smiles. Saphraine pushed against her palm, eyeing the male protectively.
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