[ Amory's network posts always seem full of stars and night, and this post is no exception: dark ink floods the screen, freckled with brilliant, white pinpoints. Shrouded in the darkness, the neighboring mountain hills seem arguably existent as they blend into the night.
A telescope points towards the sky, and besides the instrument, sits Amory, stretched out comfortably on the grass. The stack of paper beside him rustles as a chilly gust tries to carry them away, only to be deterred by the weight of the sextant perched on top of the pages. The chill is refreshing and invited, and Amory continues to lay there in peace.
That is, until a horses snout enters into the scene, pressing its wet, white nose against Amory's cheek. She snorts.Stop---[ Amory bats the horses nose away with a light tap, visibly laughing as he does so. ]You're not much for kissing, Aquilo.[ He props himself up onto his elbows, and reaches out to press the horses' neck against his chest, petting her mane fondly. ]You like it here, don't you?
[ He pauses. ] Maybe I'll ask Charlotte to take care of you, when we get back.
Almost three years now. You think they'd kick us out by now.
[ As he continues to stroke Aquilo's mane, he turns his gaze back to the sky, focusing his gaze on something distant and indeterminable. ]
Hopefully they won't.( ooc ) ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}