The stallion snarled snapped and raged at him. Ailill stood his ground and withstood the words. He knew he deserved them. He knew he deserved to be pounded, ranted at, raged at, chased, beaten. He broke the rules and he had nothing to stand on save his own legs. Which he did, and still stood tall as he took the verbal lashing. He was no coward. Only one phrase made Ailill’s expression change, head lowering a fraction in shame. He waited for Nephilim to take a breath before inserting his voice.
“I do sincerely apologize for frightening your daughter. As I said, I would not mean to harm.” The tones of his voice had dropped the youthful ring, filling instead with the genuine regret he felt. He thought of his mother, and his sister. If anyone tried to legitimately hurt them, he would have stopped at nothing to seek out his revenge. He thought long and hard about what Nephilim had said. It was an interesting wake up call in his mind. Yes, he tried to steal. But he did not carry out the deed. Yes, he snuck in, and back out leaving nothing worse for wear. There had been no ill-intent. Simple game, just for fun.
Too young for threats, Aililll eyed Nephilim. “It could have been worse…” He said softly. “Others would keep her, take them both. I never will. A season. Just a season, if that. Really just a visit. No harm. If they are truly against coming, they don’t have to.”
His voice had grown a little stronger, a little odd coming from a yearling, a faint outline of what he would become. He would not beg, nor plead. He would stand and he would grow. He thought of the games he played with his sister, the pranks they had pulled, there was always a hint of uncertainty, but an otherwise trust. Their arguments and squabbles. There was a term their mother had used.
“Friends? No.” He finally placed on it. A title of challenge, but usual fair-play. “Challengers… Rivals?”
OOC- Nephilim, will you be my lawfully wedded frienamie!?
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