safinaz.
what can i say.
but that im.
very very very.
dissapointed in you.
you abonded the hawks.
and left with.
barely a word.
but not that you're back.
all is healed.
saved or surrended.
reseructed.
safinaz.
welcome back.

.grin curved its way seductively over charcoal mug. amber opticals gaze steadfastly at ethereal maiden, highlighted only by the elusive light of the sphere that dominated the pin pricked sky. hued in the golds and ambers of autumn, time of harvest evidently drawing nigh. ebony blanket dotted with millions of tiny glows, each unique in hue, size and location. some appeared to form pictures discernable only to the mind of an equine, but standing out by far, the forn of Epona the equine god, surrounded by her subjects dancing the alluring dance of life and death. but enough of the mythical and astrological lessons, and back to cold hard fact. smirk spread over rustic façade as ethereal safinaz slammed with all airs and graces into a tree. amusement grew as search for on lookers at such a horrendously embarrassing act, surmounting further as deep set opticals faced upon self. smirk fade, smile regained as dignified waltz over of long lost friend and ally.

ah my dear safinaz, i must comment on your terrific style of collision. i swear i could hardly tell you hit that tree.

.humour gave a rich ascending tone to usual dry tenor. the incident had indeed been highly amusing, how often was it that one could witness a friend so composed and dignified usually slam shoulder on into a tree like a green filly. not many, what a memorable day.

cheating dear safinaz, me? surely you jest! i was merely having fun. and you know my father had many…acquaintances, he’d probably like to know what a looker his son turned out to be.

.playful push against ethereal pelt with ashen mug. the jesting on both sides had been light hearted, for though friendship run almost as deep as love between the two, love was not exactly on the agenda. and truth speaking had the brute been about ones father, for although single and full blown love had the ancient mahogany entertained, many ‘wives’ had also accompanied him. dance away from obviously self provoked attack afore continue vocalization.

indeed many moons have swelled and shrunk since you last trod they grassy meadow, and my gladness at your return runs second only to your own. you, as i have and will continue to do, will always try your hardest. we’re perfectionists, or close to, my dear safinaz, always striving for the ‘perfect best’ of the meadow. and what are friends for, but helping. you can count on me for support. as always. and you’re…..‘lover boy’ is doing quite fine as a ‘hoity toity’ second in command. I quite like it actually. very entertaining.

.opticals linger over ethereal form, as if a botanist studying a new species of plant life. indeed high plans had already been set into mould, though their actual shape was yet to unfold. as pledge to help given, it was decided upon next action with out a moments hesitation and a mere second of thought. no consideration this deal needed, it had always been written, an unspoken law betwixt them.

age old friends we have been safinaz, but what say you on making it official? would you make an allegiance with me?

.though the answer was a most likely affirmative, at least that was the desired outcome, the choice was all the ethereal maidens own. some equines had a list of alliances as long as your arm….or foreleg, but his own short list was well thought over and wisely chosen. safinaz was not only a great friend, but always there. they shared the same goals, to make both themselves, everyone about them and the home they lived in the best they/it could possibly be.