Falls

Silence. It drew him in - drew him to her like a moth to a flame, his brightness against her dark. He found his jaw lowering slightly, lingering open, as if he would speak if he had the words - then an unimpressed chirp erupted from the red girl and he was pulled back to reality. Her eyes betrayed her, showed the joy she felt, and Asche delighted in it. "Well I'm sorry I ruined it." he teased, voice warm and inviting. "I hope it isn't the last time I get the chance to play it." Daring boy, his mind chided, he was challenging his usual manner of being the perfect gentleman and giving women a nod of acknowledgement and perhaps his coat in the rain. It seemed the night really did bring out the darker side of him, the confidence and the suavity that separated the boy who had left the isles from the man whom had returned.

'Handsome?' his brain repeated, his lips not allowing the question to escape, replacing it with a mere snort like chuckle and a shake of his head with one brow raised quizzically. A similar snort escaped the dark one, and through a frame of lashes he peered at her for a moment, offering her his attention, willing her to speak. She kept her council, though, and the hatted man had to inhale sharply to cover his disappointment.

The water began to settle around his hocks, feeling cool and stale, and suddenly he became very conscious of his position. He moved forwards, muscles flexing into motion as he pulled himself from the water to stand on the bank beside him, positioning himself with the talkative girl between him and the mystery woman. Distance, he hoped, would allow her to gain some comfort. "Sinopa, it's a pleasure." he nodded is head, flicking his hooves in a vapid effort to rid them of some of the water. He wanted to ask the other's name, but he didn't dare. That would come with time, he was sure of it. Time he was determined to spend by the girls' side - protective, possessive, whatever it was, it was his urge. One intrigued, the other excited him. Their ears flicked in unison, the vague air of the comments hanging in the air, teasing him, telling him it was his move.

Maybe the player could take control of the game?

"What brings you to this neck of the woods? Do you make a habit of terrorising the natives?"