"You are sure your mistress does not mind you here with me, Avalir-san?" she turned her head to look over her shoulder, a trace of uncertainty in her normally coy voice.
Her companion looked up and shook his head. Here in the fading light he looked even more beautiful, seeming to blend into the cool sunset, the shadows and light softening his features into something fragile and almost ethereal. It was a heartbreak just to see him, and she smiled a little forlornly, not knowing exactly why she felt the ache of loss.
"Well, come on then," she said, cantering off across the fields. He followed, slower, but his movements edged with a certain grace that she in her wildness could never possess. Why he had come with her, this night of reminiscence, she did not know. Avalir's secrets ran deep and silent, things that would not let themselves be discovered in the liquid ruby of his eyes.
She reached the edge of the plain before the lee without thinking, her hooves knowing this path well. She was surprised to see others there, a band that she has never seen before. Then again, she is hardly ever in the serian lands, always of doing Sethe's tasks in dark exotic places that marked her in the scars that ran over her ebony hide. They owned her more than she owned herself. She felt Avalir come up behind her.
"Do you know any of them?" she asked. She was always the one speaking when they were together, alone. Or else she felt the silence would swallow her.
"No," he answered simply, his voice a bare whispering melody, blending with the night wind that seemed to blow vaguely about them.
She turned her head to observe the group, debating whether to go down or not. She had come to quell that nostalgia that had grown inside her, to show Avalir the glimpse of the land to which she had once belonged. But now, her hesitation caught her.


((o.o Heh, this started with a point, I think...the 'Lost' RP is influencing me to write ridiculously long posts, sorry...
