[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by isadore on March 19, 2009, 4:00 pm, in reply to "In your head, in your mouth, in your soul;"
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Carefully and gracefully, Isadore brings distance between them. There is a startled look in those beryl-hazel eyes, and it seems without even moving, she has created something of a foot more space between their noses, and certainly between their bodies. But she holds that gaze. Unblinking, yet with a certain extent of understanding, the silver bay holds that gaze steady with Amelia.
Her mother clung to her and whispered to her of her father, and she knew, she knew he had his eyes. Isadore also knew this because she had seen him. Seen him caressing Hypatia, and not know if she could feel it, and her. Sterling had hugged her, and it was the first time Isadore had felt cold. But it wasn’t something Isadore was planning on talking about. Because if her mother couldn’t see him, what good was it.
A crease, flickers across a blanched white face, and the filly leans backwards. Her legs evenly spread her weight careful and light. There was something uneasy in the way Isadore stood, although she tilts her head in acknowledgement of what the dappled mare has said. The water trickles from her mouth, and winds down her legs. Droplets try to move across the hot sand, towards Amelia’s water, but the heat raid their particles, and so it is happy to spray off the curves and muscles of Isadore.
Lips purse together, and Isadore moves. She side-steps curiously, peers at Amelia, with those fierce eyes that hardly blinked under eggshell lashes.
“Who are you? Do you belong here?”
Her eyes are piercing as they stare at the water, the water they both had, that poured from Isadore like a veil.
isadore
From the burnt sands.
H y p a t i a x S t e r l i n g
And the flooded lands.
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