Go on. Bare your teeth at me.
I'll pull them out
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It occurs to Raegar that he should probably feel embarrassed for walking through falling snow for the very first time in his life without realizing it, but not an ounce of humiliation can exist for him in this moment. He'd walk blindly through it a hundred times if it meant that just once this pretty speckled mare would show him how to look upward into the sky as if the answers to the universe were held in those dark clouds.
He does as she instructs, peering upward into the sky, but he doesn't really see the swirling flakes or the wonder of it all. The way her skin had shuddered at his touch, as though he were too close or too far all at once kept replying in his mind. Seemingly insulted by his lack of reverence, a singular flake slipped past the dark fringe of his eyelashes and struck his eye, making him blink furiously and drop his gaze back down, to her, where it wanted to be anyway.
She seemed otherworldly to him as the snowflakes swirled around her more heavily now than they had been a few moments ago (or he was just more aware of them now, he wasn't sure). Like an angel, touched by some unknowable gods grace, ethereal in her beauty. He watched her watch the sky, his brow half furrowed. He didn't want to interrupt her, but he also desperately wanted her attention on him. He wanted her to look at him as raptly as she did the gray sky above, but he wasn't sure how to make that happen.
He knew how to make mares laugh. To coax smiles. To make them spitting angry. Reluctantly happy. But reverent? No idea.
Raegar goes still as she reaches for him, his ears tipped so far forward they would have fallen off if they hadn't been attached. Spellbound, he watches as she reaches for his own thinly furred coat chilled in the cool air. He was startled to see that a similar blanket had started to form on his own coat, though it was hindered by his general dampness and lack of insulating coat. It was his turn to shiver beneath the warmth of her breath, his gaze locking onto her face.
"Do you like the snow a lot?" He questioned gently, wondering if he could find a way to leave a trail of ice cubes into the canyons, luring her inch by inch to his favorite places. He'd show her the alcove in which he was born, so protected even Arsinoe had gone there to deliver his baby niece. And he'd show her the sunrise from the canyon tops too, like he had Hawa. Race her along the beach to the cries of the seagulls and cradle her close when the temperature fell drastically in the summer months after the sunset.
"It doesn't snow where I'm from," he murmured, eyes locked on each small detail of her face.
"But we have the best sunsets," he tried anyway, voice earnest. Convincing others with words wasn't necessarily a skill he possessed in spades, but he wanted to try for her. Already he couldn't imagine leaving here without somehow coaxing her to come with, but a part of him shied away at the thought of her looking at him the way Vitani had at first. He still didn't understand why she had shied away from him that day, but he never wanted this mare to look at him that way.