[PRP] The Next Big Adventure (Tirla and Vatsa)

[CitrusCupcake]

Vatsa was pleased he had not put hoof in mouth as badly as he had thought and thanked her for her kindness with a nod and a smile.

'I suppose that if I had wings, then I could be off my hooves as much as you. But they have done me well since I left my basket and I think they shall not yet fail me.' he said with a soft chuckle.

'Then I shall be ever thankful for the weather being awful and giving me the opportunity of your company for however long we have to stay here.' he said, meaning every word. It had been full long since he had spoken to someone as bright and pretty. At her supposings though he shook his head.

'I am afraid it is quite the opposite. I've met two mares that I felt could become a permanent part of my life, but sadly neither relationship worked out as I had hoped.'
It was his turn now to think of less than happy thoughts, but he didn't want to dwell, and smiled at Tirla.
'Thank you for the compliment though.'

LydaLynn

 

[CitrusCupcake]

'Are you still feeling cold?' Vatsa asked, concerned, for he though he saw some shivering, though he wasn't sure. It could have been movement he was mistaking it for, or that she was unwilling to show how cold she was.

He moved over to her, and said;
'If you are, you should huddle against me, we can share body heat, and you should feel yourself again soon. I promise I shall be a gentleman.'

He gave a little laugh at that.
'Well thank you. And you don't need to flirt, even now, your natural energy and beauty shine through. I don't see mud and wet, I see light and life.'

LydaLynn

 

[CitrusCupcake]

'I could see that would be a problem.' Vatsa said softly, feeling her move into position next to him, the dampness of her wings causing his side to twitch a little.

'If it's dry by the morning, you should do what the butterflies do, open your wings and let the sun dry them.' he suggested, his tail braid swishing gently before falling still. He listened quietly to the weather outside the cave, the rain still seemed to be falling heavily, and the wind was causing a noise as it gusted past the entrance.

'Sounds like we are definately here for the night.' he said, shifting his weight slightly so that he was snug against her but not leaning on her at all  

[CitrusCupcake]

'Grooming them with mouth and teeth doesn't have the same effect then?' Vatsa asked. He had no real knowledge of wings; his father and sister had them, but they were flutters, so the structure was completely different.

His eyes had closed for a little while, and he opened them with not a small amount of surprise, listening quietly and hearing her out until she had fallen fully silent again, thinking and forming his words carefully when he replied so there could be no misinterpretation of his meaning.

'Although I am free with my compliments, I always say exactly and honestly what I mean. Nothing I said was to appease you because you felt bedraggled, as you have inner as well as outer beauty, and I wanted you to know that I saw that.' he said and then added;

'Though I appreciate and understand why you would be reticent to act or say that you feel a physical attraction.' he paused for a moment.

'I admit to having qualms. I would like to get to know you, and am eager to do so, but I too fear repeating history. I would not want to form an affection only to lose it again.'

LydaLynn

 

[CitrusCupcake]

'You want to make friends with a generous bird, one that's up for a wing cleaning challenge.' Vatsa joked gently, sensing she was feeling some unease.

Vatsa flicked his ears, letting the silence hang after her exclamations, but not doing it to make her feel worse, merely thinking carefully before he spoke.

'Tirla..' he started, and then paused, giving her a gentle bump with his shoulder before continuing.
'You don't have to do anything. Just be yourself. You don't have to be anyone other than yourself. So please don't fret.' he smiled.

'You can sleep if you like, just lean against me..'

LydaLynn

 

[CitrusCupcake]

'There's no pressure here, not in this cave.' Vatsa replied softly, wondering how it was she had come to feel so divided depending on whether she was on the wing or not.

'You can be as free as you feel in the air.'

The stallion felt his heart tug at the young mare's words, and he turned his head to gently lip the very tip of her ear, and whispered softly, wanting to show her that it could be easy to be and to talk if you were with the one that made you feel like you were flying even when you were on the ground.

'There's always a place to belong, even for those who think they are lost.'

LydaLynn

 

[CitrusCupcake]

Vatsa heard the stumbling words, and wanting to give her time and space - of a sort as they were still sharing body heat so that she could dry and not get ill - softly added;

'For now though, I would sleep. The storm should blow itself out by morning, and then we can see what kind of day it will be.'

He didn't add that then she had a chance to leave if she wished. Not that he wanted the young mare to go and not see her again, but he didn't want her to feel trapped. Or feel in his debt in any way. No, what he wanted was her to see how she felt in the bright light of a new day, and he hoped she would feel that she still wanted to get to know him better.

LydaLynn

Can have them fall asleep and time jump to next morning I think

 

[CitrusCupcake]

Vatsa hadn't slept. The stallion hadn't wanted to in case he shifted in the night and moved away from the winged mare, and he had also wanted to keep guard, feeling protective of her already. He had gone without sleep before though, and was still fairly bright when he felt her stirring, as though she were waking.

'Morning..' he said, quietly so as not to alarm her, in case she was one of those who took time to wake and work out where they were. He fell silent, listening to the sounds outside the cave. It seemed quiet, no falling rain at least.

LydaLynn