02-27-2017, 04:00 PM
Her words are like butterfly's wings. Wispy, pretty and fleeting. Much like most of the women who inhabited Beqanna.
But she is moving, wings lifting, fanning. Lior does not flinch or sway as she makes her casual remark, taking the liberty of closing the space between them with a single pace. The water scent of her skin is enticing as it reminds him of the cool stone floors of his former home. A single brow lifts as he watches her slip closer. What is it that she is seeking in the space between their bodies? "I manage." The dark stallion murmurs lowly, his neck coiling thickly as he tucks his muzzle close so he may avoid the feel of her skin as she snakes close.
The buckskin sheen of her coat is fascinating as it ripples under the haze of an autumn sky. Her dark hair frames her face as she boldly eyes him. She is of something much different than he, she is of regal blood given the way she faces the dark man, speaking with an intelligent and articulate tongue. It takes a moment for him to respond to her question as he is distracted by his thoughts. "Lior." His name tastes funny on his tongue as he has only spoken it to a few horses in Beqanna. Typically the tall man preferred to grunt or plainly ignore the others what poked around with silly questions and elusive eyes. The stallion now falls silent as he watches her with scrutinizing eyes, attempting to read her actions.
But she is moving, wings lifting, fanning. Lior does not flinch or sway as she makes her casual remark, taking the liberty of closing the space between them with a single pace. The water scent of her skin is enticing as it reminds him of the cool stone floors of his former home. A single brow lifts as he watches her slip closer. What is it that she is seeking in the space between their bodies? "I manage." The dark stallion murmurs lowly, his neck coiling thickly as he tucks his muzzle close so he may avoid the feel of her skin as she snakes close.
The buckskin sheen of her coat is fascinating as it ripples under the haze of an autumn sky. Her dark hair frames her face as she boldly eyes him. She is of something much different than he, she is of regal blood given the way she faces the dark man, speaking with an intelligent and articulate tongue. It takes a moment for him to respond to her question as he is distracted by his thoughts. "Lior." His name tastes funny on his tongue as he has only spoken it to a few horses in Beqanna. Typically the tall man preferred to grunt or plainly ignore the others what poked around with silly questions and elusive eyes. The stallion now falls silent as he watches her with scrutinizing eyes, attempting to read her actions.