01-05-2017, 09:37 PM
She is delicate. Wispy and not much more than the very feathers that practically swallowed her svelte form. He takes note of this and the wide eyed expression that betrays the innocence of her features. Lior envies the naivety of this chocolate and cream horse for a few brief moments.
Keen hearing catches her words despite his obvious lack of attention. Lior figures he could block her out, block them all out, if only he hid himself away from the world. But they always seem to find him. Perhaps it is the stone and wetness that seems to fill the air that touches his skin. Perhaps it is his inky black figure that blots out the crystalline white of the winter. Mercury filled eyes shift to that of his new companion, softening from the hard stone of moments before. Apparently she was going to stick around despite his quiet somber demeanor. "This place? We are in the forest of Beqanna." Tones are flat, matter-of-factly. His gaze settles upon her own. Though no hint of amusement touches his features, the tall dark stallion would entertain this woman's company.
"What is your name?" This time, the vocals are audiably softer, as he asks still with a steely gaze. Lior had never been one for conversation but he would attempt it out of consideration for this new pilgrim who has found herself alone in a strange land.
Keen hearing catches her words despite his obvious lack of attention. Lior figures he could block her out, block them all out, if only he hid himself away from the world. But they always seem to find him. Perhaps it is the stone and wetness that seems to fill the air that touches his skin. Perhaps it is his inky black figure that blots out the crystalline white of the winter. Mercury filled eyes shift to that of his new companion, softening from the hard stone of moments before. Apparently she was going to stick around despite his quiet somber demeanor. "This place? We are in the forest of Beqanna." Tones are flat, matter-of-factly. His gaze settles upon her own. Though no hint of amusement touches his features, the tall dark stallion would entertain this woman's company.
"What is your name?" This time, the vocals are audiably softer, as he asks still with a steely gaze. Lior had never been one for conversation but he would attempt it out of consideration for this new pilgrim who has found herself alone in a strange land.