03-23-2016, 11:38 PM
And, in fact, it does not take long before the brothers are interrupted.
Aemar spots him first - Raelyx being so busy warding off the cold and all - and nudges the bay softly with the elbow of his elegant wing. With matching intensity, the colts watch the stranger approach. One pair of bird-yellow eyes, the other a seemingly lifeless blue-grey. At the ring of the palomino’s smooth smokey voice, the pair halt in unison, unblinking eyes analyzing the young, friendly stallion.
“We’re Brennen’s sons.” States Aemar with his strange, triangular tongue, the pronunciation perhaps skewered here and there. “I’m Aemar.” The gangly stallion forces his mottled chestnut skin to lay flat against his muscles, despite the palomino’s clear disregard for doing likewise.
“Raelyx,” the armored boy allows, though he directs the word towards the approaching mare. Aemar’s ear pivots towards the hoofsteps before his head follows. Again the pair perform there scrutiny of the stranger, eyes trained on her approach. Perhaps Galilee ought to have taught them manners before dropping them inside a populated kingdom.
Too late now.
Ears retreating to the base of his small skull, Raelyx scoops his head so as to watch the woman gently brush his bare neck. When nothing ill comes of the gesture, the Anglo-Arabian hybrid relaxes, and even blinks warmly at the woman. Perhaps the crack of a smile, too.
“We don’t mind much,” the young one comments, glancing to Patchoulli before training his sea-eyes back on Isle. “‘Ts nice to meet you, Isle.”
Aemar watches the interaction with unwavering interest, though his angular face remains stoic. Shifting his gaze, the colt admires the friendly palomino’s bends, but refrains from commenting on them. Instead, he lifts a front talon and snatches idly at the thin layer of snow beneath it.
“Any chance you know of somewhere a little sheltered? My brother is cold.” Raelyx whips his head around and nips his brother’s shoulder, knowing full well that Aemar can do little to nothing effective in retaliation. Glaring venomously at the appaloosa, Raelyx returns his gaze to Isle as though the little confrontation had never happened.
Aemar does the same.
Aemar spots him first - Raelyx being so busy warding off the cold and all - and nudges the bay softly with the elbow of his elegant wing. With matching intensity, the colts watch the stranger approach. One pair of bird-yellow eyes, the other a seemingly lifeless blue-grey. At the ring of the palomino’s smooth smokey voice, the pair halt in unison, unblinking eyes analyzing the young, friendly stallion.
“We’re Brennen’s sons.” States Aemar with his strange, triangular tongue, the pronunciation perhaps skewered here and there. “I’m Aemar.” The gangly stallion forces his mottled chestnut skin to lay flat against his muscles, despite the palomino’s clear disregard for doing likewise.
“Raelyx,” the armored boy allows, though he directs the word towards the approaching mare. Aemar’s ear pivots towards the hoofsteps before his head follows. Again the pair perform there scrutiny of the stranger, eyes trained on her approach. Perhaps Galilee ought to have taught them manners before dropping them inside a populated kingdom.
Too late now.
Ears retreating to the base of his small skull, Raelyx scoops his head so as to watch the woman gently brush his bare neck. When nothing ill comes of the gesture, the Anglo-Arabian hybrid relaxes, and even blinks warmly at the woman. Perhaps the crack of a smile, too.
“We don’t mind much,” the young one comments, glancing to Patchoulli before training his sea-eyes back on Isle. “‘Ts nice to meet you, Isle.”
Aemar watches the interaction with unwavering interest, though his angular face remains stoic. Shifting his gaze, the colt admires the friendly palomino’s bends, but refrains from commenting on them. Instead, he lifts a front talon and snatches idly at the thin layer of snow beneath it.
“Any chance you know of somewhere a little sheltered? My brother is cold.” Raelyx whips his head around and nips his brother’s shoulder, knowing full well that Aemar can do little to nothing effective in retaliation. Glaring venomously at the appaloosa, Raelyx returns his gaze to Isle as though the little confrontation had never happened.
Aemar does the same.