Yessss, partying with my kid. Perks of them growing up fast, it doesn’t take too terribly long before they’re grown up enough to go have some fun. And if I can help him get over the whole twin crush thing at the same time welllll. Time to meet some ladies, yeah? So I herd Kharon across the water to the mainland, leaving the girls home to have a little chat of their own, or just to hang out and do whatever it is girls do while the guys are away. Maybe have a little party of their own, mother daughter style. Though Lacey doesn’t seem the type to go hunting for guys to hook her daughter up with. Details. They’ll be fine.
Anyhow. Mainland. With a grin and a shoulder bump, I jerk my head in the direction of the River and put a little strut in my walk. Well. A little EXTRA strut, then. I mean, look at us. We’re dead sexy. Me, I’m built solid and strong, solid iron coated in the most glorious lavender and white. Shiny as fuck, especially with the sun glinting off me just so, showing off every curve and plane of my fantastic body. And Kharon? He’s growing into my spitting image, minus the metallic. Built lighter and leaner, mostly because of his age. He’ll put on the muscle, no doubt, given a bit of time, and he practically glows with youthful vitality, a hunger for life and everything it has to offer.
Including the ladies.
“Come on, then,” I tell him with a sideways glance at him. “No harm flaunting it a little, seeing whose eyes you catch, yeah? Confidence is sexy, and we’re gorgeous. But how is anyone gonna notice that if we seclude ourselves on our little island and never get out, right?” And I know he gets it, because the first thing he ever said to me was that I was beautiful, just like him and Kylin. “Now. What about her?” I nod at a sexy little thing, hot-blooded desert lines and a dished face, black with a sweet silver sheen to her who started arching her neck when she spotted us, flaring her nostrils to catch our scent, angling herself to show off her own assets a bit. I send her a wicked little grin and nudge Kharon’s shoulder. “She could be fun to get to know, huh? Oooh, or what about her? She’s cute.” I point him at an adorable little palomino, not really my type, a little too cutesy for me, but his taste could run toward girlish and adorable, and he’s young enough that hitting on her wouldn’t be nearly as creepy as it’d be if I did.
“Oh, or that one, she’s built like a tank, nice and sturdy, more to hold onto.” Feels a lot less like you’re gonna break ‘em that way, you can let loose a lot more than with the dainty ones. But he’s not made of metal, so probably that’s less of a concern, huh? Upsides to being flesh and blood, I guess. Mmm, but the strong ones are a hell of a lot of fun. I leer at her, having myself a harmless little letch, and the fire in her eyes makes me think I’m right about the kind of night either of us would have with a girl like her. Mmm...maybe not for a first go.
“Oooh, or her.” I nod at a sleek, elegant girl with wings to match his. Black so dark she almost looks slick, with this long orange hair a guy could bury his face in, and maybe Kharon would dig someone who has wings like him. Plus she looks classy. Maybe it’s just the shape of her, the long, elegant face, the arch to her neck, the way she carries herself, I don’t know, but I’ve got a good feeling about her. I take a look at Kharon. “Or we can keep looking. What do you think?”
Anyhow. Mainland. With a grin and a shoulder bump, I jerk my head in the direction of the River and put a little strut in my walk. Well. A little EXTRA strut, then. I mean, look at us. We’re dead sexy. Me, I’m built solid and strong, solid iron coated in the most glorious lavender and white. Shiny as fuck, especially with the sun glinting off me just so, showing off every curve and plane of my fantastic body. And Kharon? He’s growing into my spitting image, minus the metallic. Built lighter and leaner, mostly because of his age. He’ll put on the muscle, no doubt, given a bit of time, and he practically glows with youthful vitality, a hunger for life and everything it has to offer.
Including the ladies.
“Come on, then,” I tell him with a sideways glance at him. “No harm flaunting it a little, seeing whose eyes you catch, yeah? Confidence is sexy, and we’re gorgeous. But how is anyone gonna notice that if we seclude ourselves on our little island and never get out, right?” And I know he gets it, because the first thing he ever said to me was that I was beautiful, just like him and Kylin. “Now. What about her?” I nod at a sexy little thing, hot-blooded desert lines and a dished face, black with a sweet silver sheen to her who started arching her neck when she spotted us, flaring her nostrils to catch our scent, angling herself to show off her own assets a bit. I send her a wicked little grin and nudge Kharon’s shoulder. “She could be fun to get to know, huh? Oooh, or what about her? She’s cute.” I point him at an adorable little palomino, not really my type, a little too cutesy for me, but his taste could run toward girlish and adorable, and he’s young enough that hitting on her wouldn’t be nearly as creepy as it’d be if I did.
“Oh, or that one, she’s built like a tank, nice and sturdy, more to hold onto.” Feels a lot less like you’re gonna break ‘em that way, you can let loose a lot more than with the dainty ones. But he’s not made of metal, so probably that’s less of a concern, huh? Upsides to being flesh and blood, I guess. Mmm, but the strong ones are a hell of a lot of fun. I leer at her, having myself a harmless little letch, and the fire in her eyes makes me think I’m right about the kind of night either of us would have with a girl like her. Mmm...maybe not for a first go.
“Oooh, or her.” I nod at a sleek, elegant girl with wings to match his. Black so dark she almost looks slick, with this long orange hair a guy could bury his face in, and maybe Kharon would dig someone who has wings like him. Plus she looks classy. Maybe it’s just the shape of her, the long, elegant face, the arch to her neck, the way she carries herself, I don’t know, but I’ve got a good feeling about her. I take a look at Kharon. “Or we can keep looking. What do you think?”