Renvari
She teases him, something Renvari had never thought to be afraid of. He’s never been teased before, in a good way or a bad one. The frosty white markings on his face betray his blush, which might have otherwise been cleverly hidden beneath the dark dun fur on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He feels a funny sort of way, but it’s not unpleasant at all; her eyes sparkle with mischief and she struggles poorly to remain straight-faced, and Ren interprets this as a sign that he is in on the joke, rather than the butt of it.
The white-speckled stallion gives an exaggerated sigh of relief, puffing his cheeks out and sagging as though a great tension has just left his body. "Oh, thank god,” he says. “I thought I was going to have to ask. What if you had said no? I would have been so embarrassed." He can’t contain himself for long, and laughter bubbles from him before he’s finished with his part of the joke. He knows it is a joke, but he can’t help but feel genuinely relieved by it anyway. If she hadn’t been at least a little interested, Ren considers, she would have probably joked about something else. And he’s glad she’s interested, because he is, too. He had thought she was pretty when he saw her from a distance, but he’s discovered that she’s friendly and funny as well, and that counts far more. Ren decides that he likes her.
His laughter subsides, and he finds that any nerves he might have had about interacting with Roux have fled. He’s still a little jittery, but not unpleasantly so. He feels like he can muster some bravery in her presence.
"So, now that we’re eternally bound," he says soberly, "I suppose we have to sort out our next steps together. You don’t run a territory, do you? We’ll probably have to trek back and forth between our homes if that’s the case. Terribly inconvenient. Unless you’re willing to relinquish your lands and titles and just come home with me, that is." His voice is pompous and dramatic, emphasizing the audacious expectation that the lady should be the one to sacrifice her power for him instead of the other way around. He waits, lips pursed in a low-effort attempt to hide a smile, for her to call him out.
"speech"who dares, wins
stallion | mutt | grullo snowflake sabino | 16.1hh | ridge