Knows everybody's disapproval. Chryseis, Rhaegor

[Rhaegor]

I kept my hope just like i'd hoped to
then sang to the sea for feelings deep blue

As the last few days of spring threaten to turn to summer, Rhae decides to go for a little walk down Hyaline's southern river, following it as it veers east towards the commonland where many nomads gather. The last of winter's snow melts on his shoulders and between the feathers of his wings, having been put there by an earlier roll in Hyaline's snow reserves; by the time the prince reaches the River, his back shines with dew, the droplets lazily rolling down the taught muscles of his coltish barrel.

The scent of many others - strangers, mostly, though I can pick out other Hyalinians here and there - affronts my nostrils as I stoop next to the burbling stream, ears perked for the sound of an approacher as I drink my fill. My throat latch swirls with each gulp, the glacier run off cooling the lining of my stomach and sending a strange tingle from my poll to my tailbone. When I lift my head, droplets cling and pool at the base of my ashy brown chin, completing my freshly-dewed look.

It's as he's concentrating on the feeling of the water running off of him that he notices the approach of another, nearly mirroring his exact image. For a moment Rhae wonder's if he's seeing a vision of himself in the future - but no, those wings are the wrong colour, and their builds aren't quite the same, and he lacks the white splash along his stomach and legs. But this does not dissuade the silent boy; indeed, he blinks once and then not again as he appreciates the friesian's composure, always an observer of the beautiful as it approaches him.

From his every pore, a short burst of light is emitted; and for a flash, he has a halo of blue light. He's not trying to intimidate the older colt - indeed, if anything, he's trying to catch the handsome one's attention.

Rhaegor

@[absenthium] hi sorry I have no impulse control and Rhae DEMANDED he meet Sen so. Here we are.