[private] take a look in the mirror

[Tarian]

He wondered if she would notice the stray firefly, if its odd coloring would be something that she would fixate on. Something else to look at besides him. But the little flickering light is there, and like most mortal things, is gone quickly. Tarian doesn't notice it leave though. It - like his hindered leg - is forgotten in Altissima's presence. She is an exhaustive presence and it sweeps through him, leaving no room for anything that isn't the spotted mare.

She presses her neck into the remaining space between them and Tarian takes another step closer, chasing away the rest (if any) that remained.

Tarian had been admiring the sterling color of her mane and gently touches it now, pushing it away from her pale neck. He's never been able to see the blue sheen of her skin so closely before and it is a more brilliant, lovelier shade from this angle than any he has even been given before. The small grin that had been tugging at his dark lips spreads a little further, fueled by the shift of movement from the slender woman beside him. His pale wing lifts higher and when she comes closer, Tarian moves to let it linger over her. It feels like a motion that he has done a thousand times before, despite the way that his skin burns where she presses into him.

@Altissima - who almost matches him in coloring - almost matches him in height as well.

The pale mare can't turn to look at him directly but the glow still emanating off her allows Tarian to see the edge of her finely sculpted cheekbone. He moves away from her neck and towards that, wondering if she might let him trace the curve of it. "I don't dally with princesses," he murmurs just above her, the deep baritone of his voice rumbling towards her delicate ears. "An Empress, perhaps." He teases her, continuing their familiar banter.

His mouth twitches again in another wild (rare) smile as he replies, "Didn't anybody teach you its fun to break the rules every once and a while, Wildling?"