10-16-2017, 12:33 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
"I have an idea," he calls mischievously to Ciri as he breaks through the treeline and his amber eyes fall on the stunning smoky mare. They have spent time together daily since their private evening, and while Amet had heard tales of feelings dissolving after a first tryst, his affection for Ciri has blossomed exponentially, a fact that he is unafraid to display.
Clouds hang low overhead, reflecting gray in the crystal clear surface of their lake, but the temperature is still warm for early Autumn and the gilded King wishes to follow up on his diplomatic meetings before it grows too cold to venture away from their sanctum. Thoughts of Gryffen's party hang in the back of his mind, thrust aside now that the scarred, starry-eyed mare stands before him. The leather-plated stallion diminishes the distance between them and reaches his maw for her, pressing it gently to the curve of her cheek before recoiling with a guileful smirk. "I'd like to visit Loess and Tephra, and I'd like for you to join me," he offers to Ciri before pausing briefly to watch for her reaction.
"I know that diplomatic meetings aren't the most interesting thing, but... perhaps we could make them a bit more interesting?" he inquires quietly as his soft muzzle reaches for her again and his lips peel back so that he can nibble at the flesh of her shoulder and then, he steps forward, the curve of her belly. His nostrils flare to inhale her intoxicating scent and he must take a step back at the sudden heat that curls in his loins once more. His amber eyes watch her feverishly as his grin widens, knowing full well that he will never be satiated.
"And by the time we make it back from Tephra, Gryffen will be hosting a party in Sylva, and I would love for you to be my date," he offers to her with boyish charm.
Amet
@[Ciri]