They said we'd burn so bright.
We burn this city and go.
The spotted stallion relaxes, albeit briefly, when this stranger seems to accept his explanation for intruding upon his home. He breathes a small but gentle sigh of relief. He bobbed his head matter-of-factly when the stallion apologized, surprised by this turn in the mood of their conversation. "Quite all right. I'm the one whose trespassing, so..." He lets his voice trail off awkwardly. But he listens intently as Zevulun explains what had just transpired before his arrival. He couldn't help but sink a little in his disposition. The last thing he wanted to happen right now was be outed as a Lagoon crony. While that couldn't be farther from the truth, Paradiso had come to Tinuvel after spending a night in the very Lagoon. His feelings of the place were conflicted, at best. Argento had been a nice guy. He was happy to meet a brother. But that also came with a lot of other unsettled feelings. Family, it seemed, was complicated. Paradiso flicked his tail quickly over his hocks to rid his mind of those clouded thoughts for now.
"Nope, not me." He reiterated awkwardly, allowing his icy blue stare to wander as he tried to avoid eye contact with this other stallion until the conversation turned in another direction.
Lucky for him, it did. Zevulun spoke of Nephilim, and Paradiso's expression brightened again. "Well it's good to meet ya. My sister, Vita Nova, knew Nephilim too. I think she always had a bit of crush on him or something." He rambled.
Then Zevulun's gaze shifted to the pine cone at Paradiso's hooves. He pawed it a bit before losing interest. "Good. Because those things taste terrible." He said, allowing a pink tongue to emerge from between his dark, whiskered lips in an exaggerated show of his distaste for the tree byproduct. "So...." He drags on, taking a few steps toward the stallion now. "Do you want to hang out? Or should I get going?"
Stallion | Evaline x Valentine | Smokey black pintaloosa | 15 hh | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
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