some nights; levi

[Levi]

Levi is oblivious to the turmoil inside the mare as he catches sight of her. She paints a peaceful picture, standing under the falling flakes of ash with lidded eyes, and he is drawn to her. Spark. The name flashes in his mind, somewhere from deep within his memories. They were related somehow if he remembered correctly. 

"Hello," the mahogany stallion murmurs to break the silence as he approaches. "Spark?" His voice is soft yet flecked with grit like the ash which fills the air around them. The thick atmosphere seems to stifle the words as they leave his lips and he doesn't reach for more immediately as he takes a moment to look at her. He is a stallion in his prime and his instincts bid him take note that she is a mare in her prim. He acknowledges the thought then puts it away, where it belongs. He is a creature evolved past such impulses. 
Most the time.

He would not relate to her thoughts of children if he could hear them, thoughts of his own have never crossed his mind. The making of children had, of course, but he had not once mused over names or imagined if they may take after him. Even if he is nearly five. He didn't see much value in miniatures of himself hounding his heels. But children and the making is far from his mind as he takes just one more step closer, tilting his head to better see her face and possibly place her.

"I'm Levi." He provides his name, unsure if she will remember him. "I hope I didn't interrupt a pleasant dream." A smile plays on one side of his mouth, reserved. He is beginging to feel more comfortable around strangers, at least in his home, and found that most Tephrans wish to get along. But he is still learning how to approach others without his head high and fire in his eyes. He always had been more comfortable with his fire than with conversation. 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.