Quinn rides forward, his horse smashing the earth below with its pounding hooves. He’s smiling wide, his body leaning over the creatures billowing white mane as Juniper screams for him to slow down. The sun dyes the tips of his pitch black hair a fiery orange. All the light in the world seems to collect in his striking cerulean eyes.
He snaps the reigns at the foot of a steep hill. Without any hesitation, the horses heeds the command and races up the hill. It’s only then that Quinn stops. Far behind him he can still hear Juniper trying to get his horse to move. Suddenly, he is very glad that he didn’t let his friend know which horse was the fastest, even if it has been slowing down their journey.
The God of Stars takes this moment to study the landscape. It’s almost enough to draw the air from his lungs, what with the rays of sunlight crashing through the treeline, crashing against a winding river, crashing into acres and acres of the beautiful forest that resides in front of him. Instead of losing his breath, Quinn breathes in. He feels so much. For a moment all of his senses come colliding together in one beautiful mess of light and earth and water.
His smile grows softer, and for the smallest moment he feels the world for all that it is: warmth and light.
“Stop that,” Juniper commands, finally reaching the top of the hill. His horse whinnies angrily and Quinn entertains the idea of it throwing Juniper off.
“That.” Juniper lifts a lazy hand and gestures to Quinn’s face. The God of Stars laughs, his bright blue eyes glowing in the sunlight he so loves.
“Stop having a face?” he questions, his voice still ringing with joy. Juniper laughs as well before pressing his lips together to try and hide his smile. “I had no idea you were so jealous of my facial features, God of Storms.” Juniper’s horse bucks again leading to Quinn falling into another fit of laughter.
“I mean stop trying to look like some majestic hero basking in the glory of victory,” Juniper corrects, his eyes narrowed. “It makes you look dumb, my dear God of Stars”
“At least I look majestic,” he teases. “You look like a human toddler on your horse.” Just then, a burst of cold air erupts behind Quinn's head, blowing his combed hair forward. The freshly mussed hair in falls in front of his eyes.
He twirls around, eyes full of rage, and glares at Juniper who only shrugs. “I was doing you a favor,” he explains. “My soliders would've destroyed you up had they seen your horrible hairstyle.”
“It was just brushed back!”
“Horrible,” Juniper repeats, making sure to enunciate each syllable. He rides up next to Quinn who is trying to brush his fingers through the black strands.
