09-09-2015, 10:37 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
As the painted stallion questions Wichita about the twins trailing her, Shahrizai drops his head slightly, gaze finding the two children they are speaking of. They remind him slightly of Val and Thor when they had been but children (mostly in the fact that they are also twins), causing a brief moment of nostalgia to surge. They are giggling madly at Kronk’s previous antics, or at least they had been until their mother introduces them, effectively silencing them. He offers them a grin, tipping his head slightly at the stallion before giving them a conspiratorial wink. As the conversation turns back to the matter at hand, Shahrizai straightens, gaze turning back to Kronk as his features assume an innocent expression. Or as innocent as his expression can get with the grin still tugging at the corners of his lips.
His attempt at a neutral facade does not last long however. Expression dissolving into a wry smile at Kronk’s return quip, he clears his throat slightly before responding.
I think I can manage with Kronk. Or at least I hope so.
Wichita responds without hesitation to the paint’s next question. Tipping his ears in her direction, he listens quietly as she expounds upon the Gate’s need of him. He studies her quite openly, his chocolate brown gaze twinkling merrily as he does so.
I have to say, such directness is refreshing. Where can I find ten more of you?
Reaching out, he touches her shoulder lightly with his muzzle, conveying his good-natured teasing in that simple touch as much as in his cheerful gaze and the easy quirk of his lips.
In all seriousness though, I’m from the Deserts. I’m on much the same mission as Wichita here, though I must admit, we have less in the way of clover. Plenty of sand though, and it’s warm in the winter. I’m here searching for a few good souls who would like a mission, something to give their life purpose. And someone preferably who’s not afraid of a bit of hard work. We’ve got a ways to go, but the reward is more than worth it.
His attempt at a neutral facade does not last long however. Expression dissolving into a wry smile at Kronk’s return quip, he clears his throat slightly before responding.
I think I can manage with Kronk. Or at least I hope so.
Wichita responds without hesitation to the paint’s next question. Tipping his ears in her direction, he listens quietly as she expounds upon the Gate’s need of him. He studies her quite openly, his chocolate brown gaze twinkling merrily as he does so.
I have to say, such directness is refreshing. Where can I find ten more of you?
Reaching out, he touches her shoulder lightly with his muzzle, conveying his good-natured teasing in that simple touch as much as in his cheerful gaze and the easy quirk of his lips.
In all seriousness though, I’m from the Deserts. I’m on much the same mission as Wichita here, though I must admit, we have less in the way of clover. Plenty of sand though, and it’s warm in the winter. I’m here searching for a few good souls who would like a mission, something to give their life purpose. And someone preferably who’s not afraid of a bit of hard work. We’ve got a ways to go, but the reward is more than worth it.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch