Drakon
When Ice began talking, Drakon thought he might have to convince her in some way to come with him. Though he never ran out of good things to say about his home, he did realize that he was probably a bit biased since that was where he had lived since birth. But in the end, it didn’t seem that there was any need. The white mare decided to trust him all on her own, which was a bit surprising, given that they had just met. It caused Drakon to smile, glad to see that his personality was so easy to see. There was no reason for this mare to think he would hurt her, or imprisoner her, because he wouldn’t.
“We all have to follow our instincts sometimes.” He replied, when she said it probably sounded crazy to him. In some ways it did; knowing how badly this could have gone if another stallion had approached her instead. But Drakon felt warmed by her quick trust.
Turning away, Drakon glanced over his shoulder to Ice and offered her a smile. “Come on, let’s head to the Arch. I’m excited to show it to you.” A trip to the Crossing that Drakon had thought would be a fruitless trip had turned out to be a lot sweeter than he anticipated.
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