03-10-2017, 12:31 PM
Her approach does not escape him. He can detect her tender movements easily as she makes her way towards him. Lior greets her with a low grunt, a nod. Silver eyes are over her, tracing her lines, noting her curves and edges. It was quiet a miserable day for a pregnant woman to be on her own and talking to strange stallions.
But he detects the salt on her skin and the way her mane and tail weave in gentle waves that only the sea air could conjure. She is of Nerine though he does not know her. Lior would ask later once the quiet solitude of the wet morning has been burned off by the rising sun. "No." The stallion replies with a slight turn of his lips with a voice that is low, gravel under tires, as he speaks almost intimately to the woman. Lior preferred to not waste his words, to not shatter the delicacy of this moment that he now shared with her.
"Lior." His dark lips murmur close to the smoke and water mare's ear as he watches how deer emerge from the forest edges to walk through the mist like ghosts. He admires their carelessness, their ability to bound away, tails white like warning flags. But for now, the pair of equines are not sighted. His gaze shifts back to the woman, cupping her face with his gaze. "And you?" He asks lowly with his watching pewter eyes. "And of Nerine." A twinge of a smile edges his lips once more as he mentions his home gruffly, endearingly.
But he detects the salt on her skin and the way her mane and tail weave in gentle waves that only the sea air could conjure. She is of Nerine though he does not know her. Lior would ask later once the quiet solitude of the wet morning has been burned off by the rising sun. "No." The stallion replies with a slight turn of his lips with a voice that is low, gravel under tires, as he speaks almost intimately to the woman. Lior preferred to not waste his words, to not shatter the delicacy of this moment that he now shared with her.
"Lior." His dark lips murmur close to the smoke and water mare's ear as he watches how deer emerge from the forest edges to walk through the mist like ghosts. He admires their carelessness, their ability to bound away, tails white like warning flags. But for now, the pair of equines are not sighted. His gaze shifts back to the woman, cupping her face with his gaze. "And you?" He asks lowly with his watching pewter eyes. "And of Nerine." A twinge of a smile edges his lips once more as he mentions his home gruffly, endearingly.
I want you to remember