Nightmares are dreams too
Strangly, she does not pin her ears at him or narrow her eyes in hate. Rather, they glitter in the sun like golden citrine. The Lagoon Boss allows his ears to tip forward, curiosity in his own glittering green eyes. Was she naďve to who he was? Even if the vast majority of the islands did not know him as the Boss, they would at least know him as part of the Lagoon by the musk that seemed permenantly ingrained on his skin. Still, she had not wrinkled her nose to suggest disgust, and Garmr became all the more intrigued in this stranger.
“Only momentarily.” Garmr confesses to the mare, taking a few steps nearer to have better ease to the conversation. If they had found themselves in the Commons, the outcome of his answer would have been vastly different. “To sate the curiosity by asking what you’re searching for?”
Now that he had drawn closer, Garmr waits for it to happen. Even if it hadn’t before, the stallion is certain of it now. The recognition in her molten gold eyes, then the pinning of her ears and loathing would burn like fire in her gaze. He could almost imagine it before it would even happen, and a smirk was already threatening to tug at his lips in anticipation.