Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 6, 2020 at 07:47:08 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Their reactions to his compliment are as different as the hue of their coats. Çiçek bowed her head in bashful acceptance of his words, her lashes fluttering a way that made his heart race just a little faster. He did not yet know if her reactions were genuine or those of a practiced seductress, for he could imagine her as both equally. As she turns her face from his, however, his gaze flicks to Faolain to read her response. At first, there is nothing, and he attributes it to the raw sort of regality that she carried herself with.
It does not bother him that his first compliment has fallen on deaf ears, for there is much to compliment about both of them. He is considering his options, crafting the words out of thin air that might work to turn both of them to his side when he notices the change in the dark mare. When she thought no one was looking, her resolve broke and she sucked in a brief of what he imagines to be relief. Was it an act then? Her indifference to him?
He watches her as Çiçek speaks, a knowing grins spreading readily across his lips. The innocence he perceives her to have endears the dark mare to him, and he turns from looking at her face only when the dunalino once again mentions Tinuvel.
How strange was fate, to constantly bring to him those that had once called his beloved home their own. Even if Çiçek had not traveled there herself, he sees the admission for what it is -- an easy opening to an invitation. Faolain too, see's the opening and takes it before he can. A grin lurks around his lips as she invites them both to the Ridge, and he makes a mental note to go visit sooner, rather than later. Perhaps Bjorn would be amenable to a trade, if Solomon could find the right mare to tempt him.
Her teasing earns a chuckle from him as he focuses on the black mare once more, allowing the intensity of his gaze to deepen even as he replies. "Even leaders need to take a break every once in a while."
Brazenly he offers a playful wink before turning his attention and charm back to Çiçek. Faolain had distracted him, but he has not forgotten that it was the golden mare that had drawn him in to begin with. He gestures toward her with his muzzle, careful not to intrude on her space but drawing closer than he had been only moments ago. "I'm fairly new to the islands, and learning of their history would be a welcome distraction if you wander to the North. I don't know your tolerance for children, but I'm sure mine would adore the stories you have to share."
Is it fair of him to play on her mention of family? Perhaps not. He can tell by the fact that she has come all the way back due to the stories that they have shared that the concept of family meant something to her. It is smart then, to mention his own that await his return in the Cove and the admiration and affection they might heap upon the golden mare. Soon the seasons will change and the time for the creation of other children will be upon them once again, and he wonders, absently, if Bjorn is as lax with his herd mares as he was with Shaydowfax.
He offers the spotted mare another warm grin before turning his attention back to Faolain as she addressed his question about Bjorn. He can tell from the way that her manner changes from warm-hearted conversation to a guarded and watchful that something has changed. Attentively he listens as she begins, citing that she barely knew of Bjorn, and that the grullo stallion had been gone for some time. This was interesting to hear, but not necessarily surprising. His first few months had been a series of running into the grullo that hand randomly stopped some months ago.
Who then, did Faolain stay under? She answers his question obliquely a moment later, citing that the herd was slow to trust her and it is then his turn to slip the mask of neutrality over his face.
Of course, his luck would run him straight into a mare leading her own herd. And not just any herd at that, but one that had once belonged to a potential ally, and friend.
She pauses then, clearly looking for his reaction, and he works to inject the same ease that had been present only moments ago. "Congratulations are in order then, I believe, although I am sad to hear that he has left, and even more so that I cannot tempt you away from the jungle."
He chuckles to soften the words, intending them as a bit of humor to smooth over any indication she may have given of his disapproval. The fire that Faolain had incited only moments before had turned cold, but that which he attributed to the dunalino still flickered with potential. Warmth deepens in his words as he echos Faolain's sentiment, mirth at the absurdity of the situation as a whole offering the words a bit of levity. "And if the jungles prove too warm, you are welcome to join my family in the Cove."
"Speaking of which," he adds as he takes a step back, bowing his neck. "I should return to them. I wish you luck on your travels, Çiçek, and to you on your new role, Faolain."
The lean tobiano waits long enough to hear their goodbyes, if they make them, before threading his way back toward the Cove to stew over what he had learned and lost.
It does not bother him that his first compliment has fallen on deaf ears, for there is much to compliment about both of them. He is considering his options, crafting the words out of thin air that might work to turn both of them to his side when he notices the change in the dark mare. When she thought no one was looking, her resolve broke and she sucked in a brief of what he imagines to be relief. Was it an act then? Her indifference to him?
He watches her as Çiçek speaks, a knowing grins spreading readily across his lips. The innocence he perceives her to have endears the dark mare to him, and he turns from looking at her face only when the dunalino once again mentions Tinuvel.
How strange was fate, to constantly bring to him those that had once called his beloved home their own. Even if Çiçek had not traveled there herself, he sees the admission for what it is -- an easy opening to an invitation. Faolain too, see's the opening and takes it before he can. A grin lurks around his lips as she invites them both to the Ridge, and he makes a mental note to go visit sooner, rather than later. Perhaps Bjorn would be amenable to a trade, if Solomon could find the right mare to tempt him.
Her teasing earns a chuckle from him as he focuses on the black mare once more, allowing the intensity of his gaze to deepen even as he replies. "Even leaders need to take a break every once in a while."
Brazenly he offers a playful wink before turning his attention and charm back to Çiçek. Faolain had distracted him, but he has not forgotten that it was the golden mare that had drawn him in to begin with. He gestures toward her with his muzzle, careful not to intrude on her space but drawing closer than he had been only moments ago. "I'm fairly new to the islands, and learning of their history would be a welcome distraction if you wander to the North. I don't know your tolerance for children, but I'm sure mine would adore the stories you have to share."
Is it fair of him to play on her mention of family? Perhaps not. He can tell by the fact that she has come all the way back due to the stories that they have shared that the concept of family meant something to her. It is smart then, to mention his own that await his return in the Cove and the admiration and affection they might heap upon the golden mare. Soon the seasons will change and the time for the creation of other children will be upon them once again, and he wonders, absently, if Bjorn is as lax with his herd mares as he was with Shaydowfax.
He offers the spotted mare another warm grin before turning his attention back to Faolain as she addressed his question about Bjorn. He can tell from the way that her manner changes from warm-hearted conversation to a guarded and watchful that something has changed. Attentively he listens as she begins, citing that she barely knew of Bjorn, and that the grullo stallion had been gone for some time. This was interesting to hear, but not necessarily surprising. His first few months had been a series of running into the grullo that hand randomly stopped some months ago.
Who then, did Faolain stay under? She answers his question obliquely a moment later, citing that the herd was slow to trust her and it is then his turn to slip the mask of neutrality over his face.
Of course, his luck would run him straight into a mare leading her own herd. And not just any herd at that, but one that had once belonged to a potential ally, and friend.
She pauses then, clearly looking for his reaction, and he works to inject the same ease that had been present only moments ago. "Congratulations are in order then, I believe, although I am sad to hear that he has left, and even more so that I cannot tempt you away from the jungle."
He chuckles to soften the words, intending them as a bit of humor to smooth over any indication she may have given of his disapproval. The fire that Faolain had incited only moments before had turned cold, but that which he attributed to the dunalino still flickered with potential. Warmth deepens in his words as he echos Faolain's sentiment, mirth at the absurdity of the situation as a whole offering the words a bit of levity. "And if the jungles prove too warm, you are welcome to join my family in the Cove."
"Speaking of which," he adds as he takes a step back, bowing his neck. "I should return to them. I wish you luck on your travels, Çiçek, and to you on your new role, Faolain."
The lean tobiano waits long enough to hear their goodbyes, if they make them, before threading his way back toward the Cove to stew over what he had learned and lost.
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