Jaxon eyes her as her nose wrinkles as she takes in the Lagoon. Hey, it wasn't Paradise by any means, but it was home, his home. His dark eyes look around fondly at the fermenting swamps and moss covered trees. His dark eyes settle on her face, as she tosses her delicate head, revealing her pretty face. Well, Jaxon. I'm Annelise. God Forbid you call me Pet again." A smirk touches his lips as she speaks. She sure was spirited. "Well, Annelis', I can't gurante' I won't cal' yo' pet." He drawls.

As Jaxon finishes his sentence, his dark eyes linger, staring awkwardly at her. He swallows hard as he realizes it, he swivels his thick head away and focuses on a distant rock. What is your deal Jax? She is just another mare. The voice demands an answer from him. He shakes his thick head, no, this felt different.

Damn' Jax, this is the reason why Father chose me. Jaxon begins to shake his thick skull, back and forth in protest. "Shutup, brother." He growls between clenched teeth. It is only a moment afterward does he dare to touch her. He craves the feeling of her hide beneath his lips, as he brushes his lips across her pale skin, he can feel her electricity. It is a brief touch, and he retreats from her. As a feeling of fear crawls up in his belly. What if... He stomps his hoof into the mud, it sucks and squishes with the force. What if, she was the one to ruin their plans?

"I'll have to take your word for it Jaxon. Her voice soft, and the way that his name fell off of her tongue, causes him to feel a tingling down his spine. It's happening again. Jaxon tenses up, as the words sink in. It was right! He can feel her warmth, yet she does not touch him. Her presence almost intoxicating. "Ye'. I woul' hate for yo' to wande' out ther' an' run into on' of them." A single face, sticks out more in his mind, than any other. Jaxon had only met the man once, but there was something about the Alkhal Teke man that Jaxon did not trust.