better to fight and fall,
then to live without hope.
Síhtríc's glacial gaze lingers on the pretty girl with the curly hair. Everything in her posture screams defiance. Agitation. And yet the young stallion can not help the smirk that traces across his whiskered lips. Her haughty temper reminds him of his siblings when they are throwing a tantrum (and well, his own tantrums if he were being honest.) It was the defiant raise of her head and the narrowing of her eyes as she spits And where would that be?" Síhtríc opens his mouth to answer when Nahawi blurts out where he thinks Sihtric was taking the girl. If that stallion is speaking of where I think, it is not wise to follow.” Sihitric snaps his head toward the former lagoon boss, narrowing his eyes, as he continues. “He comes from the Lagoon.... your boss I believe won't be pleased with just a mare.””
"Oh?" he breathes as he turns his gaze to meet hers, "but she is not just a mare... she is a beautiful girl, waiting for the right suitor. And it just happens to be my lucky day." the words of flattery fall from his lips. He had to admit he had never done this before, but DANG he wasn't half bad if he had to say so.
"He is correct, I am from the Lagoon, but my intentions are not to bring you there. Why would I bring such a pretty flower into that muck? For you to be soiled? No. You deserve more than that." a slow smile touches his whiskered lips. He honestly didn't even fit in there... especially now that Garmr had taken the mantle upon himself. His ideals were not Sihtric's nor did he ever see himself getting behind their beliefs.
He watches the girl to see her reaction to all that has been laid at her hooves. The choice was hers. She could go on her merry little way, home with Nahawi, or take him up on his offer of finding shelter from the storm. Which the last option - of course - is the BEST one - curled up next to his body in a cave is a tantalizing option.
MUTT - stallion - Grullo Snowflake - FIFTEEN HANDS
of the Lagoon
