02-23-2018, 05:52 PM
She is full of compliments, and Merrick responds to them with a warm smile. 'Peacocking', Tyrinn had once called his well-displayed collection, but the slate blue stallion has always found more enjoyment in looking at the feathers than in showing them off. Still, Amanita's compliments are well received and flattering.
"And someone willing to donate them as well," he says, "Though I've always fancied myself quick enough to get away if I had to resort to stealing a few." He winks, knowing that despite his roguish claim he does not have the aura of a thief - or even of someone bold enough to try.
Amanita asks about a home, and Merrik shakes his head in the brief pause between her words. He's never felt the need to find a place to stay, not when there is grass in the meadow, water in the river, and shelter in the forest. Still, the way she speaks of the lands beyond seems to mean more. Perhaps she is the type to want a kingdom, a place to protect and be protected by. Merrik cannot honestly say that he has ever felt such a need, but he does not judge her for it.
"It's different than the kingdoms of before," remarks the sabino stallion, "but they're still kingdoms. I would have lived in the Tundra, but I can't say I dislike the lack of perpetual wind and snow." He pauses and shivers at the idea of neverending ice, and then looks back at Amanita. "What about you? Where did you call home, before all of this?"
"And someone willing to donate them as well," he says, "Though I've always fancied myself quick enough to get away if I had to resort to stealing a few." He winks, knowing that despite his roguish claim he does not have the aura of a thief - or even of someone bold enough to try.
Amanita asks about a home, and Merrik shakes his head in the brief pause between her words. He's never felt the need to find a place to stay, not when there is grass in the meadow, water in the river, and shelter in the forest. Still, the way she speaks of the lands beyond seems to mean more. Perhaps she is the type to want a kingdom, a place to protect and be protected by. Merrik cannot honestly say that he has ever felt such a need, but he does not judge her for it.
"It's different than the kingdoms of before," remarks the sabino stallion, "but they're still kingdoms. I would have lived in the Tundra, but I can't say I dislike the lack of perpetual wind and snow." He pauses and shivers at the idea of neverending ice, and then looks back at Amanita. "What about you? Where did you call home, before all of this?"