10-16-2017, 02:07 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Ciri's tone changes so very little but the gilded stallion has grown to know her quite well. His ears twitch at the change and he finds that he can't keep his amber eyes from sliding towards her, to watch the way her brow furrows at Castile's response. Heat rises objectionably in his narrow chest and his smile loses its efficacy but he still attempts to push it down, down, down. He is not her keeper, nor her father, and she can make company with whoever she wants, but the thought of Ciri meeting elsewhere with Castile leaves him feeling dejected and inferior.
He has tuned out the other stallion's responses in light of Ciri's disappointment, but what he does not fail to see is the way Castile's own expression has changed and softened, welcoming the way his starry-eyed girl insists on his remaining within Hyaline. Amet's own amber eyes have grown hard and his lips twitch downward briefly, but he is mostly able to retain his politely diplomatic expression as the son of Nayl admits to his powers of shifting. The young King had seen Castile shift in the darkness that horrifying night, had seen the sweep of dark scales where his black coat had been and the talons that gleamed overhead, reflecting the glow of the burning trees - but, alas, it had been too dark to see the whole transformation. Amet had always suspected, though, and it tucks the information away.
"Perhaps in the future, then, you can teach the children something worthwhile," he offers with a small smile before tilting his head to the side at the mention of Castile's sister. "Isobell, yes?" he inquires as the other stallion's gaze drifts to Ciri once again. Amet keeps himself from bristling, instead turning his golden frame in the direction of the river. "I'd love to accompany you. You and I can catch up. And I haven't seen Isobell since she was a newborn."
Amet
@[Ciri]
@[Castile]