Ailill chuckled at her response. The chuckle turned into laughter, his face lightening with his natural good humor. His body loosened to one of ease and his smile returned to his lips. How could I not be afraid of Nephilim? He asked, his voice still rolling with the laughing notes. My lady, I do not believe for an instant your father would have taken kindly to some young stallion whispering sweet nothing into his daughter’s ears. Promising them a world with sights and sounds that you had never experienced. He took a step towards her, eyes growing wide in the excitement of the description of his home and his wild imagination. Telling you stories of far off places and impossible things that no one could recreate on earth. In a breath he seemed to realize what he was saying and how he could have possibly been coming across to this powerful mare, the Queen of the Bay. He turned his head away, a little bashful, though the adventurous smile still lingered on his pale lips. Your father would have chased a dreamer like me away from the Bay after than his tail would have swatted a fly. His laughing face fell as she continued to speak. More comprehension starting to dawn on him. The depth of what had happened, or what could have happened starting to sink in. As Mariael told her tail convictions began to form within the young man. Truth and justices that he would sell his soul to uphold. At last he nodded at what appeared to be their mutual understanding. I regret that such an action would have been so harmful to you and your family. I truthfully had no idea and would never have wanted that to happen to you. He studied her for a moment, his keen eyes taking in her proud stance and pierce nature. The smile on his face grew rueful and reckless, his own wild abandon shining through. He could not help but lift his hooves and splash in the water around them, revelling in the energy such a spirit invoked within him. Lady Mariael! You are not the only one proud of where they came from and where they call home! His voice was rushed and thick with his own sense of power and pride. I was born by these very falls, and now claimed a land much like them but grander. His playful wickedness was shimmering like the ripples of the water around them. You and I both share a pride in our respective homes. You will never leave your’s, and I will die for mine. But perhaps, a friendly visit occasionally? |