"In the night I hear them talk, coldest story ever told."
"Ivan wasn't the Generals first heartrender, no one knows what happened to Mashka. It's like she disappeared into the shadows and took his heart with her."
shadow and bone season...
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Pushing herself even further Mashka urges her horse to race forward. Her kefta flowing behind her, Kirigan up just slightly ahead of her. They'd been travelling together for three days, he's kept to his promise of flattering her. If she didn't know any better she'd say it was flirting, but she doesn't allow herself to go down that path. Kirigan was off limits, he was too alluring. Any man that's that captivating has only ever meant trouble, Mashka knows this. But sometimes he smiles her way and she considers it to be the best smile she's ever been graced with.
Catching up to Kirigan he nods her way. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, are you okay if I take a water break?" They'd been riding for over three hours straight now, she was starting to get parched.
Pulling the reigns, Kirigan slows down. Mashka follows his lead and slows herself down. Sliding off of her horse she leans against her, petting her main. Grabbing her water she takes a large swig of it. Panting she enjoys the refreshing cold that lines her afterward.
Going to stand beside his horse Kirigan watches Mashka as he always does. Mashka in the last year has gotten used to his silence, but never his gaze. Focusing on the man in front of her she admires his all black kefta, his cloak fits him so wonderfully. It makes him stand out from a crowd, though Mashka's gotten used to listening for him now.
"Satisfied?" the question shouldn't make her cheeks redden, but there's many things Kirigan shouldn't make her feel.
Nodding she takes another small gulp before she mounts her horse once again. "We can take a longer break Mashka, we've been travelling for hours."
"It's not a problem, let's go." Mashka goes to kick her horse into action when a hand grips her ankle.
Kirigan looks up to her with a frown on his face. "If you need rest you will let me know Mashka."
Opening her mouth to retort she doesn't get the chance because in one swift movement Kirigan has mounted his horse. "Yes, but I'm fine."
"Fine, keep up then." Smirking, the two of them call their horses into action.
Mashka watches the sun catch his eyes to shine with some sort of twinkle that causes her to be unable to hide her smile. Every time she's alone with him it she knows she should hate it, he's her general, but she see's glimpses of him that cause her heart to stutter and speed up far quicker than she likes.
Kirigan faces her, the wind causing both of them to fly through the air. Mashka sends him a smile, turning so that they start to run in front of him. His horse grunts before Kirigan moves it so they're beside one another again. One hand holding the reigns, the other on her saddle Mashka pushes it even further.
"Come on girl." she whispers as she leans closer to her horses ear.
Watching her causes him to loose focus, forgetting it all behind him he only see's her. Her hair in a braid down her back, her kefta fitted in all the right places she looks regal. She's always captivated him, always respectful to him and to his title, but he hates it. There's times she gives in to his teasing, pushes him back. He thrives off of it.
