Renvari
Renvari doesn’t know why he had been expecting her to be offended by his comment. If he had known it was a rude thing to say, why would he say it? He had become nervous as the words left his mouth, second guessing his bold introduction, but it was too late to do much about it other than comically backpedal.
Luckily, she laughs instead of scoffing or biting back with something ruder. It’s a contagious laugh, even though he can kind of tell that it’s more out of surprise than actual mirth, and he breaks out into a relieved and nervous chuckle himself. She asks him what took him so long, and he blushes, realizing that she had probably seen him staring before he even realized he was staring himself. "Oh, I’ve actually never been outside the territory I grew up in; this is my first adventure to another island. I was just really nervous," he admits. "Like maybe the rules are different here and nobody told me, or something," he adds with a laugh.
He falters a little, unsure of where to go from here. He had not expected to get this far with the first non-relative mare he’s spoken to, and the most he’s probably ever spoken at one time in his life. It doesn’t help that she’s just about his height, so he has to think extra hard about what to do with his eyes because if he’s not careful, he could end up gazing perpetually directly into hers, and he’s pretty sure that’s rude. She had been pretty from a distance, but she’s disarmingly so up close. He might have been intimidated, but Ren finds that he enjoys the thrill of flirting with a mare who is definitely way out of his league, even if he embarrasses himself a little bit in the process.
"Roux?" he repeats, making sure he’s got it right — no name is too short or sweet for him to mess up, surely. "That’s really pretty. I’m Renvari." As he is suddenly hyper aware of his conversation skills, so too is he suddenly very concerned over the placement of his hooves. He shuffles, realizing he is braced as though for an attack, and attempts to look relaxed and cool by cocking one hind hoof and switching his salt-and-pepper tail lazily over his hips. How had he ever worked up the courage to walk over here? How had he walked?
"speech"who dares, wins
stallion | mutt | grullo snowflake sabino | 16.1hh | ridge