lukasz can only watch, somewhat entranced, as leyra grins in response to his admission. she is expressive and lively, feeding so much energy into their conversation that he cannot help but feel a little more relaxed than when he had first approached. as she accepts his offer of friendship his lips twist upward more boldly, encouraged by her enthusiasm. as she flashes him a wink, and another grin, the tall black stallion cannot help but chuckle softly and breathe out a sigh of contentment. it was a long time since he had been able to laugh and talk freely. the grey mare continues the conversation, her voice drifting into a sarcastic tone that he thinks might get frequent use. he resorts to dropping his dark eyes to his hooves when she calls him handsome, and if he could blush, his cheeks would be flaming. as it is, he can only shake his head slightly, brushing off her compliment. his ears focus on her tale though, wondering who had subjected her to such an encounter and why… perhaps he wouldn’t be so bad at this if his competition was as poor as she made them out to be… lukasz feels bad though then, for the negative thought. perhaps the other stallion she spoke of was just nervous, as he was? either way, despite his momentary feeling of goodwill toward the stallion, her distaste causes a small prickle of hope to well up… perhaps someday she might consider joining him instead… his eyes drift back up to her feminine profile, studying her curiously. her infectious grin still hadn’t left her features, and was mirrored on his own. he is grateful she has taken the lead with the conversation, largely saving him from turning into a complete tongue-tied mess. he imagines that there is still plenty of time for him to say something stupid though… ”perhaps your presence made the poor man nervous… us mortals can’t hope to keep up with the wit of a creature such as yourself…” he inclines his head toward her, smiling playfully. part of him is impressed at the little quip and another part chides him to just be quiet… he cannot help but add though, ”i’d gladly welcome you… just don’t bring along too much trouble in your wake.” this is spoken half in jest and half in seriousness… if she knew the trouble and heartache lukasz had endured thus far in his life, he would be careful to treat him gently.
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