Falls

The bay stallion sensed a rather good connection with the more coy filly and the young brute. The other sister on the other hand was all fire to Sarim and he could not help but find that an attractive quality and after all…all fillies grew up eventually. These youths were well on their way. There was also part of him that thought it might be quite a thrill to have a daughter with such spitfire to her, a little girl for Sarim to dote on was something of a little dream of his. Focusing back on the conversation at hand, Sarim took in the new information. The girls hailed from Luthien, the Prairie more specifically. He thought to ask about the land if only for his own noting, but Nephilim seemed curious why the faes would leave their home. He guessed the youth knew the Prairie, and the older sahib likewise listened for the response they had for young Nephilim. He also made not to visit the Prairie one of these days…who knew what sorts of adventures such a voyage would bring.

Soon enough the conversation seemed steered to Nephilim who explained that he lived in the Crossing. Thorns pricked at hearing this and he smiled to the youth who seemed somewhat troubled by this admittance. "Well the crossing certainly is not a bad place to live my young friend. After all…" The brute paused tilting his head, his invisible brow raising mischievously. "…the days are never dull not knowing what sorts of interesting folks you might chance to cross here at the Crossing." It was a tactful way of helping the youth recover and likewise was his maneuver to steer the course of the conversation elsewhere. Sarim's next question was bold and blunt, and Foxglove answered half the question while the look on Firethron's face caused a smirk on his. It appeared he had achieved the desired effect on at least one of the girls. The desert blessed convert kept his eyes fixed with the more willful of the girls, ignoring Nephilim's questions for the time being…the answers would come soon enough.

The dark hellion stepped forward now, confidently narrowing the space that divided him and the girls and Firethorn in particular. There was still a clever smirk on his face and he moved fluidly like the dark mercenary he had been and in many ways still was. "I've no doubt of that my little bird…" he said with a smile and a hint of taunting sarcasm. He lingered there close as she would let him as if to challenge the youth, but soon enough after he had spoken he winked and retracted himself. "Well…I do not wish to hold you back my young adventurers. Perhaps I shall come and visit your Prairie one of these days. Until we meet again, salud y vida. And with that he bowed to the small gathering.

Al-Sarim turned to Nephilim before departing and whispered to the youth so that the young lassies might not hear. "Good luck my friend. Watch out for the fiery one, and I do think Miss Foxglove is quite cute, don't you agree?" With a laugh he nudged the youth and walked off casually. With a snort he eventually broke into a run and made for the horizon.

Stallion | Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke
Seven Years | Dark Bay | 16.2hh | Dark Brown Eyes