Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
Leilan would follow any girl around if he thought it'd make them feel better (in the end, not right away that is). But although the molten-silver mare does give him that impression, as if she's been thinking it, still she stays, and he doesn't have to follow. She says but a few words, though. Perhaps just not the talkative type.
She doesn't have to be. He's content with watching, he is intrigued with what she can do. She says it's protection, and he shrugs. "Not from me I hope?" he outs, but he doesn't think that she will lower the barrier even if she believes him harmless. She doesn't seem the type to him, she has an air about her that he won't get through immediately. Given time, if she would allow him to follow her all over the world, then maybe. But she probably would not allow that, either, and this is a single encounter, sadly.
"I'm please to meet you, Cordis." And he means it - she is a story on her own, and even if she will not reveal anything else to him today, he can tell anyone interested that he met a sad-looking, electricity-sparking, molten silver mare. No really, fully silver, like the metal, I tell you.
"And I'm Leilan." he smiles at her, perhaps more crookedly than he usually would, but he thinks that a smile is better than any neutral or sour look always, period. And perhaps if he tries real hard, she will smile too. Maybe just a half smile, maybe as short as a millisecond - but he's set his goal for the day. "What brings you to the meadow, shiny lady? You don't look the flaunting type to me." Even though perhaps she should.
She doesn't have to be. He's content with watching, he is intrigued with what she can do. She says it's protection, and he shrugs. "Not from me I hope?" he outs, but he doesn't think that she will lower the barrier even if she believes him harmless. She doesn't seem the type to him, she has an air about her that he won't get through immediately. Given time, if she would allow him to follow her all over the world, then maybe. But she probably would not allow that, either, and this is a single encounter, sadly.
"I'm please to meet you, Cordis." And he means it - she is a story on her own, and even if she will not reveal anything else to him today, he can tell anyone interested that he met a sad-looking, electricity-sparking, molten silver mare. No really, fully silver, like the metal, I tell you.
"And I'm Leilan." he smiles at her, perhaps more crookedly than he usually would, but he thinks that a smile is better than any neutral or sour look always, period. And perhaps if he tries real hard, she will smile too. Maybe just a half smile, maybe as short as a millisecond - but he's set his goal for the day. "What brings you to the meadow, shiny lady? You don't look the flaunting type to me." Even though perhaps she should.
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Cordis]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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