Castillon had complete tunnel-vision, absorbed in watching the bright, lovely young mare as she took in the Prairie and complimented it. What she said made him puff out his chest a little, dark chin raising a notch higher, as though he had any right to be proud that the Prairie looked beautiful as it did. It wasn’t until the older stallion spoke that Castillon remembered his existence, blinking a few times as he forced his eyes away from her and toward him. He did his best to appear a little more humble and less excitable, but his behavior thus far would make it all too obvious it was an act.
Still, he did manage to offer a nod as Rehobam introduced them both (and informed Castillon of their relationship). His dark brown eyes inevitably moved back to the lovely red girl, Osiris, and he listened intently as she spoke. His expression brightened. True love. Castillon did not have the best notion of what “true love” was, though his father had explained love to him as his questions inevitably turned toward that subject the older he grew. Growing up in the Prairie he’d often watched his father cuddle up close to other mares in their herd, but never once his mother. He, his sister, and his mother had often spent their time branched away from the herd until he’d gotten older and slowly begun spending more time with the main herd.
“I would love to show you around the Prairie, Osiris-” he smiled at her and then blinked and looked at her father, “um, and of course you as well, sir.” Castillon had never called anyone sir before, but anxiety made him think the formality was necessary. It was slowly becoming apparent to him that he’d likely have a better chance at spending more time with Osiris as long as her father liked him, too. He offered a semi-awkward grin before tilting his muzzle toward the inland, wordlessly inviting them to walk forward into the territory with him.
“Was it some time ago that you and your love met here?” He asked, somehow managing to stop staring at Osiris (he was somewhat obsessed with watching every expression that crossed her pretty face at every new place they saw in the Prairie) long enough to glance at her father.
When his attention was on Osiris again, he said, “You should see this place in the spring, the wildflowers paint the hillsides in so many colors it looks like you’re walking in a rainbow.” Castillon hadn’t meant it as a way to entice her to return some time in the future, but more of his worry that her seeing his home now wouldn’t have the same effect that it might’ve had in spring when it was it’s prettiest and most fruitful. But… if it did put the idea in her head, he wouldn’t exactly complain.
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