this isn't mischief
He nearly smirks (it is so hard not to; it is so hard to fight against that personality trait; it is so hard to bury himself underneath a layer of niceness) when she aborts the presence of the others in favor of his. He keeps his faux image over her eyes (shielding his true identity from her) even when she isn’t looking at him. They head out of the field toward Echo Trails, him leading and her following.
The journey between Echo Trails and the field isn’t incredibly long or daunting – it is a walk filled with pleasant sights and the sounds of summer. He interrupts it, at one point, to gesture toward the two other locations of Beqanna they passed (first the adoption den, with the faeries keeping the orphans alive; second to the playground, with more faeries to make sure no young children were injured or killed). However, aside from that, he leaves their journey in a comfortable silence. There is opportunity for the mare to speak up, if she decides, but the trickster leaves the walk open for quiet as well.
When they finally reach the outer border of their new home, the poser gestures with his (in her eyes) handsome head. “Welcome to Echo Trails, Miss Keeva,” he introduces. The sound of his voice is barely swept away among the melody of the territory (a singing creek settles not far off, winding through the territory; the pine trees sway gently and add their tune from the summery breeze; birds and woodland creature alike add to the music).
He waits a moment, letting the sight of the herd-land soak into her mind, before taking a step closer inside. “Would you like a tour of your new home, miss?”
lokii
this is mayhem
