[private] here come the smolder

[Eugene]

There is a moment where Eugene is certain that it is the flowers responding to his question and letting him know he's in the meadow. He glances from the sky back down to them, his golden-yellow eyes widening a bit, and just as he's wondering whether he's somehow learned to talk to plants - he realizes his mistake and his eyes lift up again to meet hers. There is another, shorter, moment where Eugene wonders if it was the flowers in her mane that spoke but this is quickly labelled nonsense and dismissed. An easy smile quickly soothes away all traces of confusion. At least re: the flowers. Despite now knowing he is in the meadow, he has no idea what that means in relation to home. But Eugene is really only focused on the proximity of the pretty girl before him as she leans forward to touch one of his seashells and he gets the opportunity to admire the delicate, star-like flowers in her mane up close. It is then that he realizes he has been dazzled into silence and finally snaps out of it. His voice is a little too loud at first but he quickly corrects his volume and it matches this casual but bright smile perfectly. "They're from my mom! They've grown there as long as I can remember but she's got them too." They make a fun clinking noise when he shakes his mane but Eugene refrains from displaying this, at least having enough sense to realize that'd be a good way to hit the antlered girl in the face. "What about your flowers?"

art by kharthian

@[Tangled]