He's well behind her, and she's so silent and so quick, dressed like a forest shade, that for a moment he despairs of ever finding her, but that's before he sees a ghostly shape and the small dark form next to it.
There'a a long moment where he simply stands at the end of the interlocking corridor and watches them: the girl with her cheek against the white coat, the horse that nuzzles at her shoulder.
It gladdens his heart in a way he would not have thought possible only moments ago.
Soft steps follow her, and he looks up at the white mare, reaching to touch her soft nose before he looks to Marian, gray eyes dark in this dimness but full of quiet happiness.
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Date: 2012-03-31 02:41 am (UTC)There'a a long moment where he simply stands at the end of the interlocking corridor and watches them: the girl with her cheek against the white coat, the horse that nuzzles at her shoulder.
It gladdens his heart in a way he would not have thought possible only moments ago.
Soft steps follow her, and he looks up at the white mare, reaching to touch her soft nose before he looks to Marian, gray eyes dark in this dimness but full of quiet happiness.
It's a reunion he's happy to have witnessed.