the deeper the sorrow

Giselle Fantasia · 09-25-2011, 12:01 AM

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WC: 461. And the awkwardness can begin. But I said heyayayeyayeyayeyaeyeyyy.

Horses, and all gentle creatures, delighted the young cream colored woman. She felt alive when she sat upon them, and they galloped into the sunset. The thought of riding into the horizon with the golden prince of the north saddened her suddenly, the expression on her face falling. How she had wished he had turned the other way! Giselle wasn't sure why he was protecting her, when all she wanted was to see his kingdom. The pale princess had not asked to live with him there, but his refusal had left her somewhat heartbroken. Though she had no real emotional attachment to the golden male, he was a prince, and she had read that every princess would be rescued by a prince. And every prince had a horse. But so did knights, like that black male who had saved her from the big cat. His horse was massive, and different than Ezekiel's stallion, but it wasn't the same joy ride.

And then there was the young colt before her, snorting and whinnying. Giselle had never seen a colt until Silvano introduced her to his creature, but the memory alone painted her pale cheeks rosy. As if on cue, a familiar voice loomed outside the stables, and as the form came into view the young woman froze on the spot. "Oh, S-Silvano, hello." Stammering was evident in her voice, surprised to see him there. Memories came swimming back into view, but the dainty couldn't leave now even if she wanted to. She had taken care to avoid him, for reasons unknown, but it was then that the words in his note became alive again, as if being whispered into her ear.

'Elle bit her lip, unsure of what to say or do even after he spoke, and watched him cut up pieces of something. Then he started to approach, his features becoming more apparent when he neared. His expression was seemingly calm and collected, his eyes focused on his colt. Pale blue eyes shifted, still focused on his face. "Oh, I'm fine~" The tone in her voice attempted to sound cheery as usual, but a hint of uncertainty came with it. "And how are you?" It felt strange to ask, but she had not seen him in some time, but it was the time she needed to gather her thoughts and her feelings. However, now that she stood within proximity of the tall mottled man, she was clueless. When Silvano put his hand in the stall to feed his colt some fruit, her eyes followed the path down his arm, and watched as the creature took the apple gratefully. "He's just beautiful~" Giselle mused, attempting to focus her thoughts on the horse and calm her rising nerves. "How old is he now?"

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