intrigued by first impressions; cross/offy/any

[No Crosses Count]

When she had instinctively pressed closer to him, hugging to his hip, he had not stopped her or persuaded her to do otherwise. For a moment he felt as if Nocturnal was at his side once more, the familiarity of a warm feminine body pressing lightly against his. The cloudy mare that had approached them, with the tumultuous green eyes that reminded him of a swelling sea, tantalized him in a way that he couldn’t place. With no other offers and the tempting feeling of trusting a stranger, they had agreed to see Tephra and perhaps call it home. Deep down he hopes she will be here, waiting to be scolded for leaving him behind. The hope of finding her keeps him quiet during the trek to the volcano lands. He muses, broods even. His thoughts kept to himself. The landscape changes and passes and he is oblivious. Plagued by the strange sensations of familiarity, thinking of the odd dragon dream he had the night before they set out, wondering what lay ahead of them. He practically plows into his spotted companion, so side tracked, not realizing they had arrived until she speaks. His crimson gaze finds her wondrous one and he can’t help but smile back at her. She was pleasant to be around, sweet and trusting. Perhaps naively but he was no threat to her. Besides no harm would come to her as long as he was around. Shaking his head and sending ebony tendrils into disarray around his face, he finally takes a good look at where they have arrived. It’s interesting, the steam and plumes that come from the top of a distant mountain. The familiar crash of the sea around them. It’s quite warm for spring, his russet coat beading lightly with sweat droplets. He finds the heat slightly unpleasant. Not remembering he had always been prone to colder regions. "It’s… different.” He finally allows once he has drank in his fill. Lifting his tail slightly as it snaps against his hindquarters in thought. ”What’s there to do around here then?” He turns to the one that had brought them there, a brow raised with expectation. they say only the good die young that just ain't right

@[Reagan] @[Neva]