After his chat with Nyimara, Evrain lingered at the Desert oasis. He wasn't particularly eager to go back home, at least not yet. It was too empty, too quiet, too easy to get lost in his own thoughts and memories. Sometimes, if he thought too hard about it, he swore he could see his mother's ghost lingering in his periphery. She was haunting him, never letting him forget what he had done. Murderer, she whispered, the singular word sapping the warmth from his body. But every time he turned to look there was nothing there, and the sound of her voice was just the wind playing tricks on his ears.

Movement off to his left caught his attention, pulling Evrain from his haunted reverie. The young Hills king turned to look, turquoise gaze coming to rest on the approaching figure of a young woman. Her coat was the color of a starless midnight sky and her pale tresses stood out in sharp contrast against her inky body. The resemblance she bore to Nyimara was striking, so much so that Evrain was sure this must be her daughter, or perhaps a baby sister. But he didn't let the possibility of familial ties stop him from showing off, barely considering that blatantly flirting with Nyimara's kin practically in front of her might get him into hot water. The girl would make for a lovely distraction, at least for the time being, and Evrain was thinking of little else beyond the need to get his mind away from darker things.

Almost out of instinct Evrain straightened his posture and pulled himself to his full height in an attempt to appear more impressive to her. He turned to close the space between them, letting out a soft nicker in greeting. When at last their paths intersected he reached out to offer an exchange of breath, should she be so inclined to accept. ❝Funny, I just got done talking to someone who looks just like you. Don't tell me I'm seeing double now.❞ A playful grin spread across his lips then, azure eyes twinkling in amusement. ❝I'm Evrain, king of the Hills.❞ As he had done with Nyimara he offered the girl a bow of his head, wondering if she would be impressed or amused at his attempt to flaunt his title. A nervous shiver suddenly ran down his spine as he straightened up, dark ears tilted forward to catch her reply.


mixed • blue roan overo • fifteen-three
king of the hills • rafe x marceline • pippa