The young stallion shifted in place, his excitable energy needing some kind of outlet. Her smile at his approach had sent a nervous thrill through him. Was it like this every time he got to meet someone new? Somehow, Caesarion knew his father would say no. Red ears twitched at the softness of her voice. Another thrill, different this time, tugged in his chest and throat. Corvair de Fell was what she called herself, Corv for short. The young male nodded to acknowledge her introduction. Corvair. It fit her well.
He felt the silence of the awkward lull a hair later than she did after acquiescing to his company. The chestnut shifted again, his blue eyes dropping to the ground and then rising to her face again. A touch of embarrassment hovered along the planes of the stallion's red face. He'd been overexcited and let the conversation drop; a mental note stuck in his brain to do differently next time. Caesarion didn't let his smile falter much when Corvair tried to fill the lull; he hadn't done this before either. "It was a challenge honestly," the chestnut admitted with a self-deprecating laugh. Then he elaborated. "I'd never made the swim from Salem to the Crossing before."
"I'm Caesarion. I'm from the Dunes."
Caesarion
the chestnut splash son of Helios & Belladonna
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