Ailill chuckled at the mare’s words. The side of his face remembered the feeling of a sharp hoof striking it the moment he dared show perceived disrespect though the blow landed seasons, possibly years, ago. His pride in those around him forbade him from feeling anything different towards to ‘fairer’ sex. To believe that mares were anything less than he was would be to deny them the power they held, insult those who bore him, and belittle those who befriended him. To think less of those who birthed and raised him would be to think less of himself and of others. If anything, he considered himself merely a shield to a body. Though there was still a part of him that could not deny the instinct to desire mares and to desire to bring them to his home. He watched her and felt the base need to bring her to Paradise but his upbringing overruled the deeper carnal craving. His grin was playful and he trotted around her, eager to be around her in this beautiful place. It is a wonderful place to just be. No one really bothers you here. You can both find and lose yourself. He stopped for a moment and lifted his face in teh direction of the larger falls. It was true this place was grand and beautiful. It called to his heart and called to his soul, but nothing compared to the beauty of his territory. His mind wandered back to his home and his smile fell for a moment. Things had changed there and the energy of the world tasted just a little different. His pride had been broken, but still he fought for it and he would continue to fight for it. It was her gentle touch that brought him back to here and now. His heart flip-flopped in his chest. For all his bravado and pride, he was still young and incredibly inexperienced in the world of life and love. His innocence almost bled through his eyes and he looked at her with curiosity. He had, accidentally, flirted with mares in his youth who had spurned him because of an age difference. Now that he stood as a stallion he was unused to returned attention. The turning of the tabled confused the golden boy and an ear flicked back uncertainly. You would be welcome in Paradise. He offerred, his own nose reaching out to her and his wet tail flicking against his body. There is more than enough room, and more than enough beauty to share. |