[open] your best american girl

[magnus]

magnus

howling ghosts, they reappear
in mountains that are stacked with fear

Magnus is comfortable in this scenario, wholly in his element, and it shows. His crooked smile is warm, gold-flecked eyes bright with amusement as he watches the pair of them. He has been here to the field, well, more times than he could possibly count over his two lifetimes and it never failed to surprise him. Sometimes, he found someone who would make an excellent new family member of his home. Sometimes, he escorted them elsewhere if it was clear they would flourish in a different setting. Either way, he enjoyed himself.

She is all sugar and spice and his smile warms because of it. Born and raised in the jungle amongst warrior women had instilled a deep, lasting love of women in the golden warrior. He was at his best when in their company, and he often sought it out first. They were so many things and he was endlessly fascinated by them.

At her feminine drawl, his grin widens ever so slightly. “Nothing I like more than a woman who knows what she wants.” He turns to look at the dragon stallion, watching and listening politely at he talks. At the mention of Tephra, he rolls his shoulders and laughs softly under his breath, the sound of rivers on warm stones. “Caught me there. I am indeed from Tephra.” Perhaps it was the faint smell of sulfur in his wild mane or perhaps the other stallion simply knew his history. Either way, it seemed as though he’d been pegged.

“I’m one of those odd souls who just really enjoys spending time in the field, Jude,” he confesses, her name rolling effortlessly off of lacerated lips. “I enjoy talking to newcomers and those who are just looking for a fresh start. I do what I can to help and,” here he looks back at her beneath the thicket of his sun bleached forelock, “if they are the kind who would fit well in my home or want to know more about it, then I’m all the luckier.”

Perhaps his way was less direct, perhaps he enjoyed taking his time in the process, but he couldn’t be anyone but who he was and he enjoyed the languid pace of getting to know someone.

“But, as you said, you’re someone who knows what she wants. I’d love to hear more about what that is. Perhaps one of us can help you on your way toward achieving it.”

but you're a king and I'm a lionheart