05-16-2020, 10:09 AM
The loss of birdsong whenever he takes a too-predatory shape is nothing new to Leilan; in fact, he'd gotten used to it when his pointy teeth were permanent, knowing he wouldn't be smelling like a normal horse whenever he'd eaten anything non-veggie. Still, after shifting back, critters usually crawl back out if nothing scary happens, though it is slowly - also not unusual.
It's the flash of red horseskin that catches his attention, as well as the heat signature accompanying it. At the same time, Nashua says his mother has disappeared, and he turns to the boy with a frown. "Any idea where to? How else am I to tell her of your little escapade?" He says, his tone more or less joking - perhaps he'll cheer the boy up a little. Though he truly doubts it will work presently, as he sees the worry in the green eyes of the yearling, a pain he cannot expect to lift until Lilliana makes it back to him.
It is indeed not the chestnut mare who greets them, but from the tone in both males' voices, it is easy to decipher they are comfortable enough around one another. Chocolate eyes study the two together for a while, wondering about the male's scent - smoke and ashes, and a hint of familiarity that's hidden by a thick Taigan redwood scent - and his name, which seems so simple for Beqannan standards. His eyes take an almost yellow-ish gleam to them when he is mentioned as looking hungry, but the colour diminishes slowly during the rest of the conversation. "Leilan. Guardian escort to yet another yearling. I should make it my trade," he offers, though the grimace he wears is more of a half-smile than anything else, "although for now I suppose making sure that some food arrives on the Isle should stay top priority." he adds - no, he isn't entirely sure about the identity of a man named Rocky, and he can only find out by jabbing with something only Castile would take a hint at. If it's not him, then it would be a perfect explanation of the frozen carcass waiting for him nearby. So Leilan grins cheerfully, not at all that bothered by the happy occurrence of finding Rocky. After all, he is certainly not one to break a good ruse. That'd take the largest part of the whole joke out of it, and for any kind of joke, he is all-in.
It's the flash of red horseskin that catches his attention, as well as the heat signature accompanying it. At the same time, Nashua says his mother has disappeared, and he turns to the boy with a frown. "Any idea where to? How else am I to tell her of your little escapade?" He says, his tone more or less joking - perhaps he'll cheer the boy up a little. Though he truly doubts it will work presently, as he sees the worry in the green eyes of the yearling, a pain he cannot expect to lift until Lilliana makes it back to him.
It is indeed not the chestnut mare who greets them, but from the tone in both males' voices, it is easy to decipher they are comfortable enough around one another. Chocolate eyes study the two together for a while, wondering about the male's scent - smoke and ashes, and a hint of familiarity that's hidden by a thick Taigan redwood scent - and his name, which seems so simple for Beqannan standards. His eyes take an almost yellow-ish gleam to them when he is mentioned as looking hungry, but the colour diminishes slowly during the rest of the conversation. "Leilan. Guardian escort to yet another yearling. I should make it my trade," he offers, though the grimace he wears is more of a half-smile than anything else, "although for now I suppose making sure that some food arrives on the Isle should stay top priority." he adds - no, he isn't entirely sure about the identity of a man named Rocky, and he can only find out by jabbing with something only Castile would take a hint at. If it's not him, then it would be a perfect explanation of the frozen carcass waiting for him nearby. So Leilan grins cheerfully, not at all that bothered by the happy occurrence of finding Rocky. After all, he is certainly not one to break a good ruse. That'd take the largest part of the whole joke out of it, and for any kind of joke, he is all-in.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Nashua] @[Castile]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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