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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 1:25 am
It wasn't much, but at least now she had a name to go with a voice. Gradually, she could hear the suspicion waning from his tone, and while she generally needed little to no encouragement to be forward, she was bolstered by the progress. Kureno. She wondered if he had ever had a nickname, or if he would even tolerate one. Was he always this gruff?
Part of her thought he was. Less abrasive, less hostile, but probably, under normal circumstance, she didn't imagine he'd be the most social stallion. Of course, it could just be her imagination running away with her, but when she was given an inch, she took a mile. Kureno with the rough, suspicious voice - what had he been like before her, whoever she was?
Less important than who had been before, however, was who he would be. Right now, he was caught somewhere in limbo, and where he went... would be entirely his decision. Though she'd never had to test it, she wondered how well she would do sitting back and watching the scene unfold - or if she would even bear witness to it. Right now, all that she knew was she had the opportunity to talk to him right now. When they parted ways this time, perhaps it would be the end of their intercourse entirely.
She could hope, she supposed. Hope that he turned things around, and learned to turn his anger into peace, however that was done.
But what was she doing thinking about that already! They'd barely begun to talk.
Unfurling her wings, she rustled them slightly, a few stray feathers falling to the ground as she did so. The wound in her wing was healing, but the damaged feathers had yet to disappear entirely, and she wasn't quite able to convince herself to bite them all out.
"Kureno. It's nice to know your name, all things considered." Taking another step forward, this one as casual as the last, she crossed one leg in front of the other. "So, it's my turn, right?"
She was becoming more at ease, though she hadn't been necessarily uneasy before. It was just that Celandine preferred to be light-hearted and friendly where she could, and the approach she'd taken with Kureno earlier hadn't exactly been one she hoped to employ often. When it was necessary, certainly, but you caught more flies with honey, or so the saying went.
"So, something about me... I haven't met a single mare yet." She laughed quickly, a short burst of amusement that was quickly swallowed. "I'm beginning to think the Kawani lands are full of stallions."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 11:02 pm
It was true that the stallion had never been one for smiles, politeness and all-around friendly conversations- but that did not mean it was not in him to have the capacity for at least a smidgen of companionship. After... after Evelyn, though- an almost invisible wince flitted briefly across his features at the mere admittance of her name- Kureno could barely stand the thought of allowing someone else the chance to see him so vulnerable. Before, it had been a simple adversity to the sentimentality of friendships, of the needless trouble they caused, and how little they offered in return.
Now, though... it was much more dangerous than a simple exchange of names and pleasantries.
In all honesty, the winged stallion was not entirely certain what he wanted with this mare. She was different, to be sure, but simple curiosity could not explain how the doubts and insecurities were being so easily overridden. Of course, that was not to say that he trusted her yet- but the thought was not inconceivable, and that in and of itself baffled him. Had his weak heart not learned its lesson? Kureno could only ever think of his deeply rooted desire for company- though it only surfaced once in a blue moon- as a sign of weakness, as much as he abhorred it. Always there, always nagging at a distant corner of his mind, though it had somewhat abated in the presence of his former lover.
After their... falling out, though, he had resolved silently to never let such desires make themselves known again. So why, now, was it becoming more difficult to ignore?
Again, one brow raised at the offer of such insignificant information, watching quietly as she laughed at her own pointless comment. He hadn't much expected anything in return- rather, he was waiting for her to start badgering him again, but he couldn't deny that he was glad she had refrained from doing so, at least for the moment. He was certain it would resurface again, but for the moment, he could at least be slightly contented in the fact that it had been avoided for now.
"Perhaps it is them that are seeking you out," he offered quietly, deep azure gaze fixated stubbornly on a tree off to the side. "I have not noticed a deficit of females in these lands, although this area in particular is usually devoid of soquili."
Idle conversation had never been his forte, but it should at least be known that he was making an effort. He had also offered the small tidbit that he assumed she would pick up on that he usually came here to be alone. That was probably obvious, considering the hostile welcome she had received, but it was a voluntary admission of information from him none the less.
After shifting his weight again in discomfort, his ears laid themselves back slightly as his gaze darkened a bit. "My daughter is probably roaming about somewhere nearby, if you were so inclined to meet another mare."
Feilea was never far from him, even for as much as he scorned her. He respected her drive to become important in his eyes, but from his perspective, it simply was not possible. He did not possess the ability to be a good father, was not capable of giving her the care and love she so desperately sought. Perhaps, if his small, fleeting vision of a family had not been so abruptly and brutally torn apart before his eyes, she might have received at least some of the familial love that she wanted.
But 'what ifs' were pointless.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:35 pm
He was warming to her slowly, and while she secretly thrilled at the idea, Celandine wasn't about to let her eagerness spill over into her approach. She had a feeling that would only send him trotting off in the opposite direction, and that was the last thing she wanted. While most would have suspected, after only knowing her a short while, that Celandine was a bubbly and flighty personality incapable of restraining herself, that was certainly not true.
She didn't like it, to be sure, but she could exercise patience where it was warranted.
Something told her this stallion would need a lot of patience, but also a lot of prodding. She'd have to stay on her hooves if she expected to be able to tell which was appropriate, and when.
"Maybe I will," she responded lightly, referring to his comment about his daughter. It was a little open-ended, but she trusted the stallion was quick enough to make the connection. After all, aside from his display of anger and violence against a tree, he seemed to be very articulate and not at all lacking in intelligence. "I don't plan on leaving these lands anytime soon."
That much was true. Though she wasn't inclined toward lying, Celandine had been known to bend the truth to suit her purposes, but at least in this instance, she was being frank. That aside, if Kureno suspected her of lying to him, or worse, caught her in the act of lying to him, she thought he would be rid of her right then and there.
It seemed like an awful lot of effort for one stallion, but this was her calling. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed someone. She was just determined to make that someone be her.
If anything, she could ease the burden of his heart as a friend. Even if he never really confided in her, and she never learned the full story - not the fragmented, broken version she'd been told in temper - she could at least be a reassuring presence for as long as he allowed her to be.
Cocking her head at him, she asked, "Is this your special place, Kureno?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 9:49 pm
He wasn't entirely sure what to make of this mare. Most would have run for the hills by now, he was sure- and those that hadn't would be driving him to the brink of madness with their pointless drivel. Why she hadn't and wasn't was a complete anomaly to the brooding stallion, but then again, she had already proved herself to be more perceptive than most. Were Kureno a bit more of an open-hearted soul, he might have already given in to the friendly demeanor she seemed to exude.
But words and petty promises were easy to make, and Kureno did not possess a trusting heart.
Eve's betrayal still hurt him more than he would ever care to admit. Connor he had not spoken to since they had parted ways, but he could only assume that he would support his mother, as he always did. Connor... who was more of a son to him than his own daughter. Who inspired more pride in the winged stallion than he had ever thought himself capable of having in a child. In his own child. It had seemed, in this case, that blood was not thicker than water... but then, here he was, futher away from them, both figuratively and literally, than he could ever remember being, and Feilea still sought his undivided attention. Perhaps the only ones capable of providing true love and acceptance were blood family.
He might have believed that, had he not hated his own father so much, and been the bane of his own mother's existence for so long.
So, without family, without friends, and without love, who was there to turn to? Kureno had once been devout in his belief that none of such was necessary to his existence, but after Evelyn and Connor... he just didn't know. Their absence left a gaping hole inside of him that he was loathe to admit to, but it hurt none the less.
Acknowledging that such an emptiness existed, even if only to himself, was a step that the dark male had not been able to take on his own before, and he couldn't help but wonder if Celandine's presence had had something to do with it. Not that he would admit to it verbally, oh no... that would only encourage prying, and Kureno didn't know if there would ever be a day that he could actually openly confess to the cause of his heartache. She knew it was there already, yes, but the details would be a trial all their own. Maybe he would be able to start the healing process if he were to speak of it, but the detestable vulnerability such an action would show him in was a completely sickening thought.
Brought back to reality with her softly spoken question, he raised an eyebrow in slight amusement at her choice of words, but said nothing on the matter. Cerulean hues lingered on her sightless ones for a moment before sweeping back out over the densely treed in area... the forest clearing that he knew so well. Did he treasure this place? At one time, he might have answered 'yes', but now it held so many painful memories that he wasn't sure if he had simply returned here out of habit, or to wallow in his own misery. In either case, it was obvious that the place held sentimentality to him on some level, though at this point in time, he could not say if it was positive or negative.
"In a matter of speaking," he uttered lowly with a brief sweep of his eyes around the landscape. He could almost feel the heightened curiosity and slight disapproval at his vague answer, and almost had to suppress the urge to smirk in amusement- odd though it was. Hadn't he just been lamenting his loss of solitude? He supposed he could attribute it to the odd sort of grudging respect and very, very faint sense of appreciation he held towards the angeni mare. Not for disrupting his well-deserved bout of anger and lament, though, but perhaps for simply possessing the insight to redirect his attention to other matters.
Perhaps that was why he felt compelled to elaborate.
"I met her here," he admitted in a low mutter, azure hues darkening as his eyes flitted about the area in a faint sense of reminiscence, though not in the happy sense. "I often came to sort out my thoughts... though now I suppose it will hold a bit more convoluted feelings."
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 8:48 pm
He'd met her here. Whether he wanted to or not, exactly, slowly Kureno was opening up to her. Celandine wouldn't pry, because she sensed that the last thing he needed was another Soquili - mare especially - shoving her way into his business and sorting through his affairs as though they were, well, any of her business. The fact was, they weren't, and anything he chose to share with her was entirely his own decision.
She'd love to be able to help him, but knew very well that it had to be on his own terms. That was fine; Celandine could be patient. She could be patient, even if she didn't particularly like to, because this was her calling. More, she cared, and as the pieces of his story began to fall together, she realized that she already cared a great deal what became of this rough stallion who shunned the company of others.
They'd only just met, but she could tell that, under any other circumstance, she would have tried to befriend him as well. It likely didn't matter either way to the stallion, but Celandine was pleased to find that he intrigued her regardless. It bode well for their interaction, and Celandine hoped that, once she was able to help him learn to help himself - and she firmly believed that, at the core of things, everyone needed to help themselves - they could remain friends.
"It seems like a lovely place." Lifting her head, she scented the air, a smile curving her lips as she did so. "Certainly a place for memories, good and bad."
Stepping lightly around him, her hoof bumping against a fallen log, she stretched her neck, sniffing once more. Earthy and green, a picture began to form in her mind of a beautiful and comfortable place, untouched by human hands and most Soquili hooves alike. A kind of haven, though she could also imagine how such a place could become a haunting reminder of the past.
Especially if the past was a constant burden, a heartache that couldn't be shed.
Cocking an ear toward him, she said brightly, "I don't have any place such as this yet. Maybe I'll find one while I'm here. I think I'd like to have somewhere to go when I was very happy, as well as when I was very sad."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 6:29 pm
Though the memories were stirring up feelings that were more unpleasant than positive, Kureno could not find it in him to resent her for it. It didn't go unnoticed to him that she hadn't pried any further, and there was a twinge of something he could associate with gratitude in his heart at that realization. God only knew why she wanted to know or help him so badly, but slowly, he was becoming accustomed to the idea that maybe it was conceivable that he could share it with her. Not now... it was still too raw and fresh to even consider talking about it now... but he certainly wasn't as against it as he was initially.
Although it was hard for him to accept that there was anyone who would want to help him simply for the sake of his own well-being, Kureno was slowly coming to find that Celandine was the exception to what he had categorized as self-righteous or amusement-seeking souls. He wasn't exactly sure if he believed that she had a genuine interest in his emotional health, but her motives did not seem to be as questionable as they were upon their meeting.
Watching her lift her head to the sky, sniffing the air with a gentle smile, he found himself wondering what it must have been like through her own eyes, sightless to the world as they were. It didn't seem to bother her that she was lacking in a crucial sense that most soquili likely couldn't do without, and he found the characteristic worthy of slight admiration... perhaps even a bit of envy. No one could accuse her of being judgemental or shallow when she lacked the ability to judge on appearance, but perhaps that was part of her appeal. Kureno knew, though he was not vain or egotistical in the physical sense, that he was not hard on the eyes- but his personality left a lot to be desired. He had never expected to find a companion that could accept and appreciate him in his entirety- Eve had been the exception.
Was it strange for the dark stallion to wonder if Celandine could accept him as well? Somehow... the prospect of being known simply for who he was, rather than who he resembled, held a certain appeal.
Blue eyes watched her in bemusement as he considered her words, letting his gaze wander the scenery. "I'm sure you will find a place to make new memories," was his vague answer, shifting his weight a bit uneasily as he redirected his attention towards the darkening sky. He wasn't one to offer sentimentalities, for any purpose, but it was a reasonable enough desire for him to offer his own opinion. He wasn't entirely sure he would prefer to remember this place as he did... it might have been less painful to not remember precisely where they'd met, or where they'd spent their time. Still... no matter how much he might have loathed the feelings the small clearing invoked, the vulnerability that showed through... Kureno could not bring himself to hate it.
"She had a son," he found himself speaking, not of his own volition. The words seemed to tumble from his mouth, though not in an angry tirade as before, but in simple reminiscence. "I saw him born, watched him grow up. He looked up to me as if I were his father, even though his real father would have given a great deal to be in that position." He stiffened and stopped there, unsure of why he had offered the words to begin with, and unwilling to offer more. What was it about this angeni mare that inspired more openness in the winged stallion than he had ever known existed in him? Even the slight revulsion that he would have felt with sharing such personal information without his own consent was strangely absent.
In either case, he wasn't inclined to continue, though he wondered idly if she would even be aware that he had not intended to say as much as he had.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:29 pm
Wings furled at her sides, Celandine listened with a quiet, contemplative air, not dreaming of interrupting. He'd loved a mare, and he'd been a father to her son. For some reason that he hadn't shared, perhaps couldn't, she left. Whether she'd felt for him as deeply as he obviously did for her or not, there was no doubt that a strong emotional attachment had been present at least on his side, and he was hurting from it.
Love. She wondered if she'd ever fall in love. Probably, she immediately thought, and smiled at herself. Probably, though she wouldn't try to rush it, nor speculate on what kind of stallion would capture her heart. Such things were better left to chance, weren't they? What was meant to be would be, and honestly, she'd rather not create some sort of expectations and have her fall flat on her nose.
This stallion.. Kureno. He had loved, very deeply. He still did, if she was any judge of it. It hurt, but then, that was the price you paid. In order to love someone with all your heart, you had to open it to be hurt, to be shaken to your very core. Undoubtedly, you trusted the one you loved to never do that to you. Most times, they didn't.
She envied him a little, having experience love, even though it hurt now. One day, she'd like to have that depth of emotion. Thus far, her life had been full of mostly superficial relationships; she'd cared for her friends, but never to such a level, never so lastingly. Some might have considered her foolish, but Celandine wanted to live her life to the fullest, especially now that she was in the Kawani lands.
Love, heartache, jealousy, anger... she wanted it all. Hopefully more of the good than the bad, but she wanted to live without the shadow of someone else over her, making certain she acted the way she was supposed to, said the the things that needed to be said.
She wanted to make memories.
And here she was, lost in thought.
"You were a father to him." Voice soft, she wondered what that was like... having someone who was family not because they had to be, but because they chose to be. "You were family of the heart, which is just as strong as family of the blood."
Shaking her head, bangs fanning down over her forehead, she mused, "I didn't really have either. Well, of course I had family, but I wasn't... well, we weren't all that close. I think we were a constant disappointment to one another."
Ears flicking toward Kureno, she said lightly, "But that's really neither her nor there. I'm better for having known them, and I hope they can say the same of me, even though we're far apart right now."
Would they? As she wondered it, her ears flickered, brows drew together slightly. Would the Angeni she'd grown up around really consider themselves having benefitted from knowing her?
Only time would tell, if she ever saw them again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:20 pm
If he were able to read her thoughts, he might have scoffed at the envy she felt for his predicament. Had their love been real at any point in time, Kureno would never have considered his feelings for Eve to be anything other than a fond memory, at the very least... but the lies he had been living up until this point made any happiness he had had in the past null and void. Months, years down the road, while she was off prancing about with the love of her life and her beloved children, he would only ever be known as 'that stallion that hung around for a short period of time'.
"I thought I was," he corrected her, letting his ebony forelocks fall over cerulean eyes as they darkened at the thought. "I never did anything to inspire his hero worship of me... but he looked up to me all the same." He turned away here, gritting his teeth as pain flooded the hidden azure irises he was careful to keep out of sight- though it made little difference. Still, it was the principle of the matter... and the vulnerability he was showing, even if she could not see the physical signs, was sickening.
He had loved Connor as his own son. It was even more astonishing to remember who Connor's father was, and how much Kureno had hated that insufferable stallion- and see how he was still able to look upon the young colt with such affection. Although he hadn't spoken to Connor since before Eve's... desertion, he could only assume that, once again, he supported his dear mother in her decision, as he always had. That Connor hadn't actively come looking for him spoke volumes for itself.
Neither of them wanted him in their lives anymore.
Unwillingly, the agony came flooding back into his senses for a brief moment before it was forcefully pushed back, and Kureno fixed a flat stare on the ground before him as he reigned in his emotions. He had already made a fool of himself once- he wasn't about to have another emotional breakdown in front of this mare, no matter how understanding about it she might have been. Once was quite enough for a lifetime. Twice in a day would be mortifying.
Her words made his ears p***k forward as she told him of her own family, and for a moment, he thought of his sisters, of his loathesome father and his beloved mother. 'Constant disappointment' struck more deeply with him than he would have cared to admit. The only member of his family that he had ever tried to be close to was his mother, and she could barely stand to look at him. Was he better for having known her? For having known his lazy, deserting father? For the sister he barely knew? For the younger twin sisters that he envied and resented? Perhaps he was better for having known them... and truthfully, he wouldn't have traded his mother for any other functional family- but Kureno couldn't help but wonder if they were truly a part of his life that he wanted to keep.
"The word 'family' only means something to those who chose to use it," he muttered. He knew for a fact that his father had not considered his mother, his sister or himself as 'family' until after they had settled down and decided to actually call themselves one. And although he had eventually come to think of Evelyn and Connor as his family, they had obviously not thought the same. He had never truly considered Fei and himself to be a family, either.
His mother was family. His wayward sisters and his failure of a father were not in that category, in his mind. Eve and Connor, though they had once held that title in his mind, had proved that it had never been real to them to begin with.
Enough. Wallowing in the past was what had put him in this state to begin with, and he had only just started to get over his own reservations about making new acquaintances. "Perhaps you will make amends with them, one day," he offered lowly, raising his head enough to meet her gaze. Optimism was never something he had been good at, but it could not be said that Kureno would refuse to try. Dragging the friendly mare down into his abyss would not solve anything, nor was it something he desired.
The thought of diluting the brightness and companionable demeanor that Celandine so effortlessly exuded was bafflingly disturbing to the dark stallion. He didn't stop to wonder why that was- but he accepted it none the less.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:09 am
"Oh, probably." Sounding cheerful despite the topic at hand, she bobbed her head, the beads adorning her hair clicking against one another lightly. "If I ever go back home, I'm sure I could swallow my pride and try to make things right."
That was the trouble though, wasn't it? She was the Angeni of Acceptance, sworn to understand and accept others for their virtues and vices alike. She'd been born blind so that she couldn't judge by appearance, and so even if she wanted to judge another by a racial stereotype she couldn't. It was easy enough for her to say now that she would never be so silly or petty, but the truth was, she didn't know.
She understood her duties well enough, and did her best to be unbiased and generally accepting of all that she met. For the most part, it wasn't difficult. Then again, things had always been a little more difficult with family than she would have liked.
Stretching, her front hooves planted far in front of her, she let her mind drift back for just a moment. A curious, headstrong filly, wanting to play rough and tumble with all the colts, being scolded and sent back to sit quietly with the mares. During study time, yawning while her mentor told her stories of what she hailed from and what was expected of her as she grew.
Always being told she was too loud, too lively, too boyish. No one had seemed to think that she would be recognized as a noble Angeni if she allowed her true personality to show through.
Rolling her eyes, forgetting for a moment that she wasn't alone, she mentally sighed. Some Angeni of Acceptance I'd be if I couldn't even accept myself.
Relaxing again, she peered toward Kureno, aware of how odd it must have looked to the stallion. She wondered if he minded her sightless gaze; if he did, he hadn't said anything, and for that she was grateful. For all his blunt responses and rough exterior, he at least possessed tact and some kindness. She knew it as surely as she knew her own name, though it would likely take some coaxing to get him to display the softer parts of his personality.
"Sometimes we don't get to choose who cares for us, or how much, or when." Thinking of her mother, and how distant a presence she'd been emotionally, Celandine sighed. "Kind of like family, as you said... it only means something if you let it, well, our relationships with others are only as meaningful as we allow them to be."
Tail swishing behind her, she added, "I know I've been far too stubborn in the past. Hard-headed," she added, mirth entering her tone. "is one of the nicest words used to describe me, growing up."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:01 pm
Kureno very nearly snorted in amusement at the words 'hard-headed'. It might have been hypocritical for him to do so- but her stubborn nature had already begun to show itself through her unending insistence that he share his troubles with her. Though... perhaps 'stubborn' was a better word for it, since 'hard-headed' would imply that she was far more obstinate in expressing her views. Although he hadn't really been given a choice in the matter, she was still more... gentle in how she coerced him into complying.
In any case, he didn't see it as an entirely negative trait, given how it seemed to be working for her. He even thought it suited her, in an odd way.
"That isn't always a bad thing," he murmured quietly, azure hues lifting to meet her own gaze before shifting onto the dimming horizon behind her. The sun was beginning to set, casting the sky into shades of pink and orange, and a faint chill was beginning to permeate the air. He wondered if she had felt it before he had seen it- he had heard that those lacking in one sense were more adept at their other senses. He still wasn't sure if he was comfortable with those milky hues staring right through him, but it wasn't something he was about to voice out loud. Cold and rude he could be, but most of the time it was intentional, and he wasn't completely insensitive.
"It's getting late," he offered quietly, his gaze dropping down again to meet hers, braving the penetrating stare that made him slightly uneasy. "Do you have somewhere to be?" He didn't say anything more to her comments about family- perhaps that was a subject best left for another day. If they met again. Strangely, he found himself rather adverse to the idea that they could simply part ways and never speak again. It happened all too often... but rarely was the brooding stallion actually intigued enough to want to continue a conversation, much less seek out company.
He supposed he could leave it up to fate, but then, fate had never dealt him any kind hands in life.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:16 am
The chill was definitely beginning to get to her, and in the distance, she could barely hear the impatient rustling of her bonded hawk. Kureno hadn't mentioned it, so she imagined that he hadn't noticed; that was good, at least. The arrangement she'd made with Vrabel was a specific one, and he seemed to be holding up his end of things with great pride. She didn't need a babysitter, after all, just a companion, and a guide.
He left her alone when she was "working" - and he seemed to have recognized this as work, how funny - and they got along just fine. Still, she could hear him moving about, and knew it was time to go.
Ears flicking back toward Kureno, wondering if he'd caught the movement of them before, she scuffed her hoof against the ground, a smile still in place. Whether he'd intended to or not, she felt like she'd made ground with him, and she hoped to see him again.
After all, he'd said being hard-headed wasn't always a bad thing. Why, that was very nearly a compliment.
"Oh, I can find somewhere to be." Cheerful, she looked around, tail swishing behind her as she did. "It seems like this place has plenty of cover, don't you think? So I'll be all right."
His hearing as keen as her own, Vrabel was on them in an instant, hovering protectively over Celandine's head.
She laughed, nosing him from below. "And he'll help. Kureno, this is my bonded, Vrabel. Be nice, now."
"Although I'm not certain you're referring to me," the hawk began dryly, aiming a steely look at the stallion, "I will, of course, be polite. It's a pleasure, Kureno."
His tone was clipped and it obviously irked him to be pleasant, but Celandine figured that was the reaction he was going to have to all stallions. Especially ones that she came upon in such a state as she had Kureno.
She shook her head. "Well, that'll have to do for now. I'll come back, all right, Kureno? I hope to see you here."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:46 pm
Though the day was growing dim, and the air was growing cold, the dark stallion found himself almost reluctant to leave his sanctuary... not that his present company had anything to do with it. He had simply grown comfortable in this place that he knew so well, with so many memories that would be best left behind... and with all the feelings of abandonment and anguish that he had associated with this place not hours before... perhaps it was a bit strange...
But Celandine's presence had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
Idly, he wondered how she could tell that this place was well-sheltered, cerulean hues following her milky gaze as it darted around the small area. He blatantly ignored the feeling that felt akin to relief that encompassed him when she alluded to the fact that she may simply stay here- shouldn't he be a bit annoyed? He had admitted to her not moments ago that this place had been his personal sanctuary, so shouldn't her staying here feel a bit more intrusive? Strangely, he didn't seem to mind in the least, though he didn't comment on the matter, and said nothing more on the subject.
His deep, azure gaze lifted to meet the cold glare of a hawk hovering inches above the mare's tawny mane, and almost instantly, a feeling of dislike coursed through his veins. He didn't stop to ponder the reason why- he was Kureno, for God's sake, he didn't need a reason to dislike someone. He cared little for anyone else's opinions... and yet, Celandine's imploring gaze was enough sway to convince him to at least be civil.
A little.
"Likewise, I'm sure," he said dryly, with maybe just a touch of sarcasm mixed in. He wouldn't be outright rude, but Kureno could sense the forced calm and icy stare beneath the polite words... it was easy enough to tell that the winged creature didn't like him, and he wouldn't be reluctant to admit that the feeling was mutual.
At her departing words, his attention was diverted back to the angeni mare, and he simply lowered his head in a nod of acknowledgement... though it occurred to him after a moment that she probably could not see it. "Good night," was all he offered instead, watching carefully until the last of her soft form had faded into the encroaching darkness. For a few moments, his frame stood still, staring blankly into the distance as he reflected upon their meeting, considered its outcome, and finally shook his head to clear it.
Tomorrow, he would contemplate the true meaning of their interactions. Tomorrow, he would question whether it was wise or not to let her continue to sway his heart. Tomorrow, he would decide whether or not to return here, when he knew she would be waiting for him.
Tomorrow.
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