11-11-2017, 11:01 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
The grullo filly pauses before answering him and Amet waits patiently, his amber eyes returning to her from the crystalline lake when she does finally break the silence. Starlin. Her name is unfamiliar and he means to ask where she has come from, but the girl has found her words and he nods enthusiastically. "I do have a fighting teacher," he says casually as he thinks of Chemdog before offering her a small chuckle. "And no, I'm not a fighter." Amet had never truly been angry enough to find for anything. Perhaps when he was younger, yes, but the young colt would not have been able to fight Him even if he had wanted to.
"I believe @[Chemdog] would be a good person for you to talk to," he offers to the young filly with an added smile, and while he still has to force the expression, he is feeling a little bit lighter now. "Have you had any training yet, Starlin?" he inquires with intrigue. He knows that Nayl is an experienced fighter ─ perhaps the pied Queen had spent time with Starlin. There were few teachers in Beqanna who could best Nayl.
"I can help you find him now, if you'd like."
Amet
@[Starlin] ─ Next one will be better -_-