ANDER
The black and golden pointed stallion had yet to master the skill of speech, of that he is very much aware, but he had not expected to get this reply. As if he hadn’t spoken his greeting out loud, as if it had been in his mind only. Well, perhaps that was why he hadn’t been too confused with himself. Nonetheless, the creamy mare gets right onto business.
For a moment his red orbs just stare at her, then a shake of the head that sends his golden mane flying. ”I intended to practise..” As surprised as he is, Ander doesn’t give her more information than that. For a she knew he had come here to practise whatever, but how could she know of his gift? Well, perhaps he could show her. Though he certainly hoped he wouldn’t set her on fire like he had almost done when he had tried to surprise his father. Better to keep it small.
But her sudden approach stops him. Boldly she steps into his space, almost as if she is stealing his scent. It does something to the young stallion. Both his ears prick forward and as his muscles tense he grows taller. With a curled neck and flaring nostrils Ander reaches out in return, gaining courage from her bold move just moments before. He takes it a little further, the velvet of his nose almost touching her crest as his warm breath ghosts over her skin.
It is then when his lips curl up to match her own smirk, and his red eyes twinkle mischievous. ”Don’t move.” He only steps back a little, allowing space between them, in favour of the little fireballs that now swirl around her body. Concentrating his attention is focussed on the fire, and Ander barely permits himself to glance at her face.
Sudden desire has him holding his breath. His head rises a little as his ears flick back. His eyes hungrily take in her golden form as the fire still swirls around her. Desire mingles with the burning flame within him. What if he pressed the fire into her skin? Would she like it? Probably not, but the thought fascinates him.
With a quick shake of the head he attempts to get rid of the thoughts. The fire is pulled back within him. Only his husky voice betrays his earlier emotions as he finally answers her question. ”Ander. What is yours?”
What a lovely way to burn
OOC: I dunno what this is, pleaaase bear with me.