The excitement at the thought of a pleasant companionship does indeed have him quite jittery as the alabaster mare has noted - he just cannot contain his himself. Perhaps this overzealous reaction is a product of is naivety - with him having only seen the seasons change three-fold. One would like to think that he might instead be one to embrace hope and wonderment the world still has to offer in the midst of muffled chaos tumbling down around his head. Unfortunately the comrades he remembers - the few that were allowed to linger under the foreboding shadow of his sire - were promptly driven away as each came of age. This pattern of exile contributes a vast majority of the reasoning as to why the dark mahogany boy stands before you currently. Even the treasured son resulting from a love-coupled union becomes a threat as he too ages and grows into the behemoth of a body bestowed upon him at the discretion of gambled genetics. Though a melancholy story, it is not abnormal - for now though, he closes the door and once again keeps the creeping tendrils of despair from poisoning his rather stainless heart with it's blackening embrace. He watches the way she discards his apology with abandon, gratefulness pooling in his briefly before her words beckon his attention. Soft velvet nose upon his nape draws forth a bashful smile, and he turns to pursue her without a doubtful thought. He traipses along marginally behind her, deep mocha eyes forever scanning the surroundings in search of pertinent abnormalities. These lands are unfamiliar to them both, and though danger has yet to appear, the current absence does not mitigate the prospect of unwelcomed intrusions. Eventually the tension fades from his shoulders, sliding down long legs as he gives a quiet sigh of relief. He lived in a house of glass for far longer than he might admit, with walking on eggshells being required more often than not. How bizarre he finds the ability to proceed freely to wherever he chooses. The dampness of the salty air fills his lungs as they crest the dunes, coming to a brief halt at the compacted shoreline. He inhales deeply as a tentative smile tickles at his lips. She beckons his gaze upon monstrous rocks exploding from the vast expanse of the sea. The ruins appear rather out of place, almost as if dropped from the heavens with wild abandon. The sight of the stones strike him as rather forlorn as they are destined to forever stand stoically isolated surrounded by the untold depths of the ocean. Doleful eyes flick from the ruins, reverting instead to the pristine coat of the lady he accompanies. "They create such a strange depiction of a place lost to the changes of the world - almost like a being long forgotten and left alone. I wonder what type of lifestyle those ruins once supported." He hopes his words are not odd nor too melancholy. He does find himself wondering what could cause such destruction of a place built upon stone. Though as they say, the ever ebbing tides constantly lapping against even the strongest of foundations will eventually reduce them to nothing more than rubble. |