[open] Friendship is always a sweet responsibility

[Rhaegor]

and I could easily lose my mind; the way you kiss me will work each time
calling me to come back to bed, singing Georgia on my mind

It is a good day for the prince today, one in which the air does not bother his lungs as much as it usually does; although he feels warmer and more prone to chills than the average horse, he decides that if there would be any day to venture to the field, it's today. Plague and sickness be damned, he will do his duty to Tephra, even if it means needing a little more sleep the next night, or even the next dozen.

The flight to the field is taxing, but not nearly as much as the walk would have been. He lands with a huff in the shin-deep snow, wings beating profusely to soften his landing; the air they displace causes huge billowing clouds of snow to erupt around him. As his wings finally make their way into his sides, the shimmering mass falls daintily around him, reflecting the light of the cool winter sun almost poetically.

It would seem that he is not the only creature disturbing the snow today.

Attention caught by the trumpeting call of a dark youth not far off, Rhaegor watches in silence as the creature barrels around the field like a colt after eating too many clover flowers. He's on the ground at one moment and then shooting across the plain the next, zipping here and there until at last he settles not far off, keen eyes scanning and perhaps seeing that which lies around him for the first time. Satisfied with the fact that this is the end of the stallion's antics, Rhaegor decides to approach.

Across his pink lips stretches a friendly smile, and though his expression is reserved, a warmth radiates undeniably from his cool brown eyes. The Tephran is unfortunately unable to make vocalizations of any sort towards the one he approaches, but this does not stop him from coming close enough such that the two might exchange breath. The other stallion also has a pale white nose; the soft tissue of their muzzles bump once or twice during the exchange, sending warmth through Rhaegor and settling his nerves.

Straightening, Rhae pushes his ears pointedly forward, rotating his jaw in a show of submission and respect although he has nothing in his mouth to chew. It is all he can do for now to communicate with the other; if someone else did not come along, he had another step already planned, but first, he wants to see how the bay will react.

Rhaegor

@[Aziz]