08-29-2016, 02:41 PM
Ruan
Ruan was enjoying himself. Even as the breath of winter chilled him, he could think only of the mare before him. Like an enchantment, her presence bade him listen, watch. Learn. Gently falling snow perched on the tip of his thickened winter coat, gradually dusting over his purpled print. His glacier blue eyes always seemed to gravitate back to her as if of their own free will. She was bold and open, a take-me-as-I-am sort of attitude, he thought, and yet so mysterious. What secrets did she clutch so tight?
Some time throughout their brief time together, he'd realized he wanted her to trust him. It was possible this was simply due to his friendly nature, and hoped everyone would feel comfortable in his presence. However.. he felt surprisingly serene in her presence, and wished to return that level of calm and comfort if he could.
His head lifted from their grazing as a swift breeze swept the snow away from the feast with unnatural purpose. Ruan's ears tilted forward and he watched intently, then stole a glance at her. It wasn't unheard of for one to have magic, he had a little of his own, but he did feel it was a good bit uncommon. He hadn't crossed many in his time with a magic, though he and Morigan had greatly kept to themselves. Worry for his sister again creased his brows and he fought the urge to look around. He'd already done that when he came to this place; she wasn't here.
He dipped his head back down without comment and resumed grazing, more for a distraction than from hunger. Ruan forced himself not to watch her, allowing her to make her leisure circles without shifting to follow her movements. Nor did he glance at the intriguing mare when her rounding brought her behind him out of sight, trusting her. He instead listened, as she moved to the edge of the freshly cleared area, to the miniature wall of snow she'd pushed aside and lipped a sample. Maybe she was thirsty after eating? Perhaps he could pair her brief display of magic with his own.
How has your day gotten better? she asked him.
He smiled slowly, but didn't answer; a secret sort of smile. A fleeting glint of amusement lit his eyes before he masked it. She was clever; she'd come to her own conclusions.
Ruan was enjoying their leisurely pace of conversation. Small talk was traded for the companionship of a stranger, a silent permission between them to just simply be. Whoever they were, however they came, they both seemed to just accept the other's presence with unquestioned equality. Maybe in another setting, they were at very different social levels, if that mattered to her. But here, she'd allowed him passage into her world, at her side. Or so it was the way he chose to perceive it.
She graced him with her name then. Reagan. It felt.. graceful but strong, maybe a little wild. Like the most beautiful filly around was off being a tomboy or playing in nature's playground on her own, independent of others. He wondered if that's how she'd been as a young girl, or if that's how her child would turn out, his eyes tracing her swollen sides briefly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Reagan," he said, his smile stretching a little further.
Ruan was curious about her, but answers and stories would come in their own time as she saw fit to impart on him or not. He was in no rush as friendship was a deep bond for him, and wasn't to be forced or hurried.
So no questions came from him, as he silently packed the snow's top ledge with his magic, shaping a shallow bowl and breaking apart the water molecules of flakes to make water. His magic came easier for him in the winter, surrounded by the resources that would aid him in it. And so this little bit had taken hardly a thought at all, swift and simple. A small thing.
Ruan crossed to it for his own drink, passing close to her side but careful not to bump her or her growing baby. He lipped playfully at her hip as he left her personal space, a swift light touch. His magic continued to break apart the falling snow, keeping the make-shift bowl filled. He wasn't really thirsty but sipped some to be sure it tasted clean and crisp in case she wished to drink.
Some time throughout their brief time together, he'd realized he wanted her to trust him. It was possible this was simply due to his friendly nature, and hoped everyone would feel comfortable in his presence. However.. he felt surprisingly serene in her presence, and wished to return that level of calm and comfort if he could.
His head lifted from their grazing as a swift breeze swept the snow away from the feast with unnatural purpose. Ruan's ears tilted forward and he watched intently, then stole a glance at her. It wasn't unheard of for one to have magic, he had a little of his own, but he did feel it was a good bit uncommon. He hadn't crossed many in his time with a magic, though he and Morigan had greatly kept to themselves. Worry for his sister again creased his brows and he fought the urge to look around. He'd already done that when he came to this place; she wasn't here.
He dipped his head back down without comment and resumed grazing, more for a distraction than from hunger. Ruan forced himself not to watch her, allowing her to make her leisure circles without shifting to follow her movements. Nor did he glance at the intriguing mare when her rounding brought her behind him out of sight, trusting her. He instead listened, as she moved to the edge of the freshly cleared area, to the miniature wall of snow she'd pushed aside and lipped a sample. Maybe she was thirsty after eating? Perhaps he could pair her brief display of magic with his own.
How has your day gotten better? she asked him.
He smiled slowly, but didn't answer; a secret sort of smile. A fleeting glint of amusement lit his eyes before he masked it. She was clever; she'd come to her own conclusions.
Ruan was enjoying their leisurely pace of conversation. Small talk was traded for the companionship of a stranger, a silent permission between them to just simply be. Whoever they were, however they came, they both seemed to just accept the other's presence with unquestioned equality. Maybe in another setting, they were at very different social levels, if that mattered to her. But here, she'd allowed him passage into her world, at her side. Or so it was the way he chose to perceive it.
She graced him with her name then. Reagan. It felt.. graceful but strong, maybe a little wild. Like the most beautiful filly around was off being a tomboy or playing in nature's playground on her own, independent of others. He wondered if that's how she'd been as a young girl, or if that's how her child would turn out, his eyes tracing her swollen sides briefly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Reagan," he said, his smile stretching a little further.
Ruan was curious about her, but answers and stories would come in their own time as she saw fit to impart on him or not. He was in no rush as friendship was a deep bond for him, and wasn't to be forced or hurried.
So no questions came from him, as he silently packed the snow's top ledge with his magic, shaping a shallow bowl and breaking apart the water molecules of flakes to make water. His magic came easier for him in the winter, surrounded by the resources that would aid him in it. And so this little bit had taken hardly a thought at all, swift and simple. A small thing.
Ruan crossed to it for his own drink, passing close to her side but careful not to bump her or her growing baby. He lipped playfully at her hip as he left her personal space, a swift light touch. His magic continued to break apart the falling snow, keeping the make-shift bowl filled. He wasn't really thirsty but sipped some to be sure it tasted clean and crisp in case she wished to drink.
