The mare is not insulted by his impolite greeting.
She does not come closer as some would have and her voice carries over the gently waving ends of the grasses between them. Made of passion. He marks this as something like flirtation but does not rise to it as some would. Nothing at all changes about his appearance or manner but his flat gaze roams over the flowers slowly, noting where they cling into her hair. It's a prettiness that does not merit his attention, she would not normally interest him at all. There were no evident broken parts, no imbalances of need or emotion to trigger aggression in him. He does not yet study he more closely, not to pay attention to the spots that drift along the side of her neck or the way the sunlight filters mutedly through the dark quartz of her horn.
“Interesting.” Replies the misplaced monster, but not in a way that would invite her to elaborate. Tunnel is not inclined toward small talk, typically his communication is baser and limited to what can be conveyed physically, the roughness of his voice perhaps increased by the infrequency of its use.
Insects humming around them fill the quiet seconds before the little unicorn gives him her name. Usually he has to draw that out with his teeth, pull it from them while they resist, knowing they are giving the creature something they can never get back. Does she know that, when he speaks it back to her? That he is taking something? “Bardot.” Perhaps she does; he watches her eyes as the name slips past his teeth.
He is not so bored after all, there might be some potential here even if her floral scent nearly repels him just now. “You would call me Tunnel, among other things.” There are many other things she might call him but as he says this he thinks of Shroud. It is always odd for Tunnel to be reminded of that once favorite pet’s long absense. This is too close to sentimentality for the blue stallion and he refuses the invitation to reflect on what might have been a perfect mutual destruction. “Where do you come from little unicorn...little Bardot?” Likely one of the lands he never bothered with, but which one? One where someone knows his name and has warned her? Doubtful.
@Bardot Okay so my internet is being horrible and I kept having to come back to this and lost some of it but hopefully its something to work with <3
