swift movements from the girl could not have stirred him, not any longer. she was too pleasing as company to make him spook or scatter, no matter that it was rather foolish to put his person so swiftly in trust to someone he had hardly met for longer than it takes for a newly whelped pup to squall. there are things that he has come to accept, and that the heart is an open and easily wounded thing is one of those things. he would take a thousand cuts to even guess at a fondness from this refreshing young woman with bright aqua eyes and a terribly infectious nature. it had been seventeen long years without a stirring of his heart, and never before a stirring of his soul, but all the same - here he sits with his bare touches he dares and the more bold ones that she offers.
he comments on his lack of callouses on his knees and she seems to find him the better for his nature, only making his heart soar as his mother once warned might happen. warned because it is dangerous to let such things carry you away when there are other things that must be done. it is dangerous to allow oneself to fall prey to love or like, not when there are as many ways for them to leave you. in his mother’s day, after all, it was virtually unheard of to leave one’s imprint - much less love another. imprinting was the surety that he was supposed to wait for, but then what is a prince who cannot learn to risk what he must to be happy and to be sure that others are happy with him too?
“I know what you mean. I find my knees don’t bend so well to others as they ought,” and he can quietly admire her coat she stretches and as the sun breaks into the sky as if a great beast chased at it’s heels by wolves, a flash of light washing over them both as it passes the treeline and makes her only more lovely for how Father Sun dotes on her so. “We all have our flaws, I would not call having a backbone anything to be sorry about it. I can see why they would follow you.” and at this praise he startles, almost, eyes surprised and blinking to clear their blue hue as if mistaking her. his ears perked and the surprise on his face might have been comical if it was not made clear before that he found the likelihood of her fondness suspect - at least so far as indulgent on her part.
“I appreciate the offer. I can’t promise exactly how long I will stick around, my paws are considerably slick these days, but knowing there is a place of safety and even… even a friend nearby would be appreciated.” and this breaks the surprise into a fond laugh and softens his face with a sigh of contentment. “i would no more make you promise your loyalty to any one place than i would myself. only know that me and mine will be happy to hear your call if you would ever care for company - no matter what earth laid beneath our paws… i feel that places around you must seem brighter.” he ends almost as if speaking to himself in that wistful tone.
but then he is distracted from his dreamy state by a warmth by his side and is met happily with the sight of her both near, but also not too near. a comfortable fliration for him to stomach despite the impossibility. “So, where are we going and what trouble can we get in to along the way?” and he smiles with a look out towards asteraia. “i had thought to bring you to the outskirts of asteraia where my brothers and i are most commonly found… at the very least if you cannot call us to you, then you can come to find us when it suits you....” and then with a start on their way, he continues, “as for trouble, when we are near enough, i will call my brothers and we can go hunt the young bison who are growing foolish while their parents rut and breed out of reach of protecting them, eh?” and maybe there is a little mischievous glint in his eye to match hers this time.
NEIRIN
the shining prince ; of trenus
male | 17 years | 40 inches | 185 pounds
alpha of the fantastic four | fond of church (shh)
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