ruby red glow ; ygritte, any

[farren]

He is slowly getting used to the sensation of swimming, or rather, treading water, and he is warmed by Ygritte's prior encouragement as he had so cautiously lowered himself into the water. He finds himself rather drawn to her, in a way he is unused to, but he doesn't mind the strangeness of the feelings; he has no inkling of whether she feels the same contented warmth as he, but he doesn't mind if she doesn't, for he has missed having a companion that this time alongside her was good enough for him. She looks brassy and content in the water, and he finds himself wanting to be as comfortable in this warmed water as she is.

He listens to her with rapt attention, ears perked as she tells him of her mother and her mystery of a father. He smiles at her, head bobbing slightly as the river keeps him afloat, but he notes how her faint smile tugs into a frown at the mention of not knowing her father. "I'm sure he's wonderful." He reassures her in a gentle voice, a matching smile twitching his lips up. "He would have to be, it seems, to deserve someone like your mother. And he would have to be to create someone as lovely as you." He compliments her genuinely, for his mother always taught him to be kind to mares, no matter their age, and she truly is the loveliest mare he's ever met. Although he has not lived long, or met many, he can sense her kindness through the way she talks and by the way her eyes look, so warm and forgiving.

F A R R E N

i'll taste the sky and feel alive again

((OOC: Ooh, that could be fun to plot with! I'm excited.))