Gone away was the venom on her tongue. There was no longer a void in her eyes as she speaks of Nerine. Instead, fire and passion are ignited as she speaks of the coastal lands. Her quick, delicate steps give away her eagerness to lead him home but she is mindful of his lumbering walk as shoulders roll and thick haunches glide from tall field grasses to the sparse and spikey ones deposited by the sea. Pewter eyes can not help but fall in love with the way the waters lap against the shore, the sea air making him feel heady and unlike himself.
It's frightening.
Lior looks to the Nayl, -no Queen Nayl-, as the words slip from her lips like honey wine. The dark male wishes to watch as she tells of this place and the secrets that it whispers just beyond the eye. Pools rotate to follow her gaze as she mentions the caves and he finds that he likes that she has remembered this little fact about him. The smile that changes her features, brightening them, are reciprocated upon his own whiskered and cracked lips for the first in months. The stallion, in response to her infections grin, splits his lips to do just the same. Something lightens from his heavy burdens. He can feel as though he would be able to belong here amongst the mares and their siren's land. "You have a beautiful home, Queen Nayl." He is practically whispering the words to her, enclosing them in the space between them, weaving them closer. Lior finds the heat of her skin is welcomed where so many others were not.
The great black monster, the caveman, the nomad.
Lior admires the woman before him. Her queenship had unlocked a secret compartment somewhere in her depths and it suited her well. She stands before him as a new mare, embraced and worshipped by Nerine and her people. Lior settles in next to her with the heavy thud of his hooves to look over the vastness of the ocean. Never before had he seen the sea and it still mesmerized him with it's rhythmic lull. Lior soon feels the quiet tendrils of calm begin to creep into him, the smile that had cracked his lips still present upon his dark features.
It's frightening.
Lior looks to the Nayl, -no Queen Nayl-, as the words slip from her lips like honey wine. The dark male wishes to watch as she tells of this place and the secrets that it whispers just beyond the eye. Pools rotate to follow her gaze as she mentions the caves and he finds that he likes that she has remembered this little fact about him. The smile that changes her features, brightening them, are reciprocated upon his own whiskered and cracked lips for the first in months. The stallion, in response to her infections grin, splits his lips to do just the same. Something lightens from his heavy burdens. He can feel as though he would be able to belong here amongst the mares and their siren's land. "You have a beautiful home, Queen Nayl." He is practically whispering the words to her, enclosing them in the space between them, weaving them closer. Lior finds the heat of her skin is welcomed where so many others were not.
The great black monster, the caveman, the nomad.
Lior admires the woman before him. Her queenship had unlocked a secret compartment somewhere in her depths and it suited her well. She stands before him as a new mare, embraced and worshipped by Nerine and her people. Lior settles in next to her with the heavy thud of his hooves to look over the vastness of the ocean. Never before had he seen the sea and it still mesmerized him with it's rhythmic lull. Lior soon feels the quiet tendrils of calm begin to creep into him, the smile that had cracked his lips still present upon his dark features.