i put your world into my veins
Of course her childish antics would never go unnoticed.

She has just perched herself upon a dune when, out of her peripheral vision, another body comes into sight. Rhaenyra turns her dainty head, ears flicking backwards and tail lowering. She stomps a hoof into the soft sand beneath her, watching him with dark, weary eyes as he comes closer and closer. "That was an impressive little display," he says, "don't underestimate the heat." At this, she snorts harshly, looking slightly miffed. Did he think she was stupid? She was born and raised in the desert - she knew of its dangers. Still, he continues speaking. "If you like, I can show you where to get a drink."

She gives pause at this, narrowing her eyes at him. She only allows herself to take her gaze from his face for a few brief moments, giving him a quick once-over. He is handsomely built, slim and sleek yet undeniably masculine. His bay coat gleams in an almost unnatural way in the bright autumn sunshine. She does not smile at him, nor does she scowl. Her face remains blank with cool indifference. She huffs gently, nostrils flaring again and again, breathing in his smell. There are several long moments of silence between them, where she just stares into his face and wonders if she should trust him. Warily, with hesitance, she dips her head as if to say "yes please", but she remains silent as ever. She did not speak for Kasabian. She did not speak for the stallions that leered at her in the commons. She will not speak for him. Not until she knows she can trust him.

She waits, so patiently, for him to lead the way.

eight. arabianxmorgan. flaxen red dun.
homeless and childless. played by pippa.