It was hard to leave the only home he knew, but when he caught wind of his childhood friends living in Nerine he knew he had to move here. It was less than easy to adjust to the changes, and even harder to find Dagen and Brazen, but now that he has he can't imagine ever leaving.
They were just children when they had last seen eachother, naive and innocent. Though now they stand before each other as mature adults, he can't help but find himself attracted to her. She was the closest relationship he had, they could go a year apart but when they find each other again its like a day never passed.
She reached out to touch his muzzle that he warmly accepts, gently nuzzling her own in return. She thanks him for being a friend, and in that moment he can't help but wonder if she had already found someome to fill her heart. You could call it young love but even when he was with another Brazen seemed to find her way to his mind. He has her here again before him and he doesn't know if he can let her go again.
Though before he can pull his mind back to reality she is laughing and talking about his princess comment. He smiles as he watches her, free in her own skin. She notes that her mother may be queen but she is 'just Brazen', but she was anything but. She couldn't see what he did, you are a queen, he thinks to himself. She was a free spirit, not afraid to speak her mind, and at the same time she was always a kind soul.
Whatever you say, 'just Brazen', he laughs gently. He wouldn't fight her on it, keeping his own idea of her to himself. And as her smile fades his own does as well, this time she moves on to the topic of castes, noting she hadn't chosen one yet.
She says she wouldn't be a great mentor, and that all she'd be good at is fighting. He doesn't dare waste his opportunity to get closer to her and with it he repositions himself beside her. There pelts meshing ever so gently, his muzzle reaching out to her shoulder. Brazen, his tone was endearing, you will be great at anything you put your heart into. He knew it to be true, someone with her personality would achieve greatness in everything they attempt. And though he was raised as a diplomat and would surely choose that caste he could always take a lesson or two in fighting.
His eyes move to find hers, it seemed that the world around him fell silent as he stands beside her. He has so much to say to her, but no words form in his mind and so he just stands there pressed against her in admiration.
[corban]
@[Brazen]
