Juice
03-26-2020, 04:29 PM
The stallion studies the copper mare after his query lingers in the air. His inky eyes notes the iridescent glow coming from the white around her ankles. He lifts his gaze from her lower limbs to the finely chiseled features of her face. They make eye contact and Juice pivots his ears to face forwards. He listens closely to her words and, tilts his head ever-so-slightly to the left. He offers a soft smile in return to hers before he captures her name. Deciding he should offer his own, the sabino stallion finds his voice. "a pleasure it is to cross paths with you, Lilliana. My name is Juice."
It was not until just recently, that the stag made the connection between his name and his trait. He found it curious that his parents named him this prior to obtaining his gift. Was he granted the ability to shift from a solid state to a liquid state because of his name? Or, did his parents have some uncanny ability (or, resource that had the ability) to see into the future? Whatever the reason, Juice had certainly instilled a little more faith into the magic of Beqanna. Besides, if anyone gave him a quizzical look now, he could easily justify his name in the time it took to take a single breath.
Juice's attention is pulled back to the copper mare as her voice issues another question. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he understands why she might ask. With a light laugh, he replies, "The Forest is practically my home. I absolutely feel in my element here. Where is your element, Lilliana? Or, perhaps, what is your element is the better question?" His limited conversations made this one, with her, captivating; very intriguing. He could feel a playful banter in her influctuations. He enjoyed the non-routine aspect of the topic and, the characteristic depth it lends to the other. The white-splashed cocoa stud leans his weight off of one hip and, onto the other. He also makes a point of leaning away from the mare and lowering his poll as he physically and mentally settles into the conversation.
@[lilliana]
It was not until just recently, that the stag made the connection between his name and his trait. He found it curious that his parents named him this prior to obtaining his gift. Was he granted the ability to shift from a solid state to a liquid state because of his name? Or, did his parents have some uncanny ability (or, resource that had the ability) to see into the future? Whatever the reason, Juice had certainly instilled a little more faith into the magic of Beqanna. Besides, if anyone gave him a quizzical look now, he could easily justify his name in the time it took to take a single breath.
Juice's attention is pulled back to the copper mare as her voice issues another question. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he understands why she might ask. With a light laugh, he replies, "The Forest is practically my home. I absolutely feel in my element here. Where is your element, Lilliana? Or, perhaps, what is your element is the better question?" His limited conversations made this one, with her, captivating; very intriguing. He could feel a playful banter in her influctuations. He enjoyed the non-routine aspect of the topic and, the characteristic depth it lends to the other. The white-splashed cocoa stud leans his weight off of one hip and, onto the other. He also makes a point of leaning away from the mare and lowering his poll as he physically and mentally settles into the conversation.
@[lilliana]