Still staring at Misra, Siberian comes back to reality abruptly when Nymph makes his teasing exit, snorting with mock exasperation at his friend's remarks. Well. Now it's just him and her, and he's not sure what to do next. Well, step one was obvious: moving the rest of the way out of the water. The stallion does just that, stepping back up onto the grassy edge, moving carefully so as not to slip with his wet hooves. She'd grown from the little filly he'd met that day in the Cove, grown into a mare that, kept strictly to himself, was quite easy on his eyes. He wonders if Nymph had tried to flirt with her as they trekked along looking for him. Probably. The blood bay was quite the ladies' man, or at least he tried to be. That had definitely brought pain to his friend though, and he hopes that the necromancer and Kimber can somehow manage to work out their issues and create a future together.
Dark eyes still on the pegasus, he has an idea. "Maybe you'd like to see the fiery tree? It's a bit of magic, right in the middle of the Chamber. " He waits for her consent, then leads her in the proper direction until they are a short distance from it. He avoids looking at the spot where the would-be kidnapper from the Gates rested in the embrace of the dead, it was hardly a pleasant topic of conversation in his opinion. He gestures towards the tree with his muzzle even though she had probably already spotted it. The area was empty, as it usually was since Shaytan's departure. He wonders what had become of the crazy mare. The Budyonny's gaze darts back to Misra, suddenly anxious. Would she like having been brought here to see the tree, or would she think it was terrible? Barely, he resists the impulse to shuffle his front hooves with embarrassment. He'd hoped to have impressed the female, but perhaps he'd backfired. It was too bad that the Falls kingdom had a monopoly on its namesake nature-feature. He'd always heard that most mares like stuff like that....
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna