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[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Amet's own excitement to see Tangerine is quelled by the long, low nicker that reverberates from the blue-pointed stallion beside him. His amber eyes move from the painted mare and his narrow head turns to get a better look at Warrick, who has all but forgotten about Amet's presence. The dragon king's mouth twists into a knowing grin, having been victim to Tang's charms ever since the first time she had wandered her way into his home, but the grin is paired with a sour taste in his mouth and Amet does his damnedest to shove that feeling deep within himself.

You will do yourself no favors, his mind whispers to him, if you try to get between them.

Surely the older Warrick has more experience in the art of wooing mares, and Amet falters for a moment, but he plants that smile on his gilded face the best he can and turns his gaze back to the ecstatic Tangerine. She returns his affections without hesitation, an act that quiets his newfound uncertainty for the briefest of moments, and then she is moving onto greet the Tephran stallion.

The golden Akhal-Teke turns his head from the pair to afford them a small amount of privacy, the scales on his neck and shoulders gleaming with his movement. He shifts his weight almost awkwardly before the pair separates and Warrick is joking to dispel any uncomfortabilities. Amet turns his amber eyes back to the stallion and chuckles warmly, giving a nod in affirmation. "Yes, she keeps me on my toes," he offers, but the words are nearly lost as Molotov emerges from the clearing, her voice ringing in his head.

His gaze moves quickly to the flamed-kissed telepath, maw falling open to greet her but it seems that she is already on a roll. The dragon king is used to having her voice in his head, but it's the content that catches him off guard today.

"Ah, well, Molotov..." in an attempt to intercede, but it does no good and Amet is stuck with a desire to glance over at Warrick, to see how the other stallion is faring with this information, but he keeps his eyes glued to Molotov even as she nudges warmly at his bronze hip. "Thank you so much for this," he whispers in her ear, embarrassed and amused, before turning his gaze back to Tang, who seems to be handling the situation very well. "Leave it to you, warrior queen, to already have a trail of suitors in your wake."

Amet