Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Wren blinked at Colt’s answer, the blunt freedom of it landing somewhere unfamiliar. Wherever the fuck they want. The words felt too big to hold all at once in her small hands. No one in Stormbreak, at least not that she had met, had ever phrased belonging like that. It had always been structured, assigned, ordained by the gods. This sounded like standing at the edge of something wide and unscripted, like a cliff with clear and deep water beneath it ready to catch her. Her gaze lifted back to the woman from the dog and horse, eyes bright in a way they hadn’t been all day.
“No,” she admitted quickly, but there was no hesitation behind it this time. “I’ve never even — I mean, I’ve never been this close to one before.” Yet, the invitation sparked through her like struck flint and set a bright blaze within her belly. The idea of climbing up there, of feeling that strength move beneath her, of seeing King’s End from higher than her own two feet, chased away the lingering image of the man with her eyes far more effectively than she expected.
“But I want to! She added, almost breathless. “If you’re sure it’s okay.”
There was nerves, undoubtedly, but beneath them there was something steadier. Perhaps it was from the way Colt spoke, for from the way that Smooches had accepted her so quickly, but Wren trusted this woman. So, when Colt was ready and offered her the hand up, Wren climbed behind the cantle of the saddle and settled herself on the edge of the skirt. She couldn’t help the mega watt smile that plastered across her features, nor the slight shaking of her hands from both anticipation and excitement.
“No,” she admitted quickly, but there was no hesitation behind it this time. “I’ve never even — I mean, I’ve never been this close to one before.” Yet, the invitation sparked through her like struck flint and set a bright blaze within her belly. The idea of climbing up there, of feeling that strength move beneath her, of seeing King’s End from higher than her own two feet, chased away the lingering image of the man with her eyes far more effectively than she expected.
“But I want to! She added, almost breathless. “If you’re sure it’s okay.”
There was nerves, undoubtedly, but beneath them there was something steadier. Perhaps it was from the way Colt spoke, for from the way that Smooches had accepted her so quickly, but Wren trusted this woman. So, when Colt was ready and offered her the hand up, Wren climbed behind the cantle of the saddle and settled herself on the edge of the skirt. She couldn’t help the mega watt smile that plastered across her features, nor the slight shaking of her hands from both anticipation and excitement.
Wren
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
