The steel of his eyes drift to where hers linger. Their dark shadows mingle, creating an amusing blob of sharp wings and round bellies. Quite the unappealing shadow creature. An ear still trains to the mare as she speaks, his gaze shifting from the splotch of darkness to her carefully carved features.
Lior watches how her face hints at what her words do not vocalize. Djinni is a new mother and Lior can tell that just beyond the cool porcelain mask is a touch of giddy uncertainty. He is a quiet, observant man. Talk less, listen more. "Yes." The dark man agrees with the fog and foam mare. "Nayl would be best to ask, I suppose." He merely nods with quiet resolve. If Djinni thought to confer with the queen, then so be it.
A few moments of silence fall between them, the gap filled with the sleepy roll of waves, the occasional hoot of a wayward owl. Lior is finding some peace in his soul in this small moment. "Hm, a babysitter?" The edges of his lips turn upward in a small crest when she mentions it. The other ear swings forward at the mention of Stillwater's name. Lior had yet to really meet this other man though his reputation was starting to precede him. But Lior knew if Djinni had chosen to lay with him then he was at least a decent man at the very least.
A low exhale of breath leaves his scarred lips as he listens to the lapping waters against the dark beach. Perhaps it would be a benefit for the children to grow together. Lior does admit to himself that he is looking forward to the sounds of his child's laugh, the patter of tiny hooves through sand. "And your Stillwater, I imagine he shares your elation. Are you having a boy or a girl or are you waiting to see?" Lior knows she is fully capable of knowing but whether she has chosen to accept the knowledge is another matter. Perhaps she wanted it to be a surprise. The dark man could easily ask the same for his own foal but he knows he would rather find out alongside Nayl at it's birth.
Lior watches how her face hints at what her words do not vocalize. Djinni is a new mother and Lior can tell that just beyond the cool porcelain mask is a touch of giddy uncertainty. He is a quiet, observant man. Talk less, listen more. "Yes." The dark man agrees with the fog and foam mare. "Nayl would be best to ask, I suppose." He merely nods with quiet resolve. If Djinni thought to confer with the queen, then so be it.
A few moments of silence fall between them, the gap filled with the sleepy roll of waves, the occasional hoot of a wayward owl. Lior is finding some peace in his soul in this small moment. "Hm, a babysitter?" The edges of his lips turn upward in a small crest when she mentions it. The other ear swings forward at the mention of Stillwater's name. Lior had yet to really meet this other man though his reputation was starting to precede him. But Lior knew if Djinni had chosen to lay with him then he was at least a decent man at the very least.
A low exhale of breath leaves his scarred lips as he listens to the lapping waters against the dark beach. Perhaps it would be a benefit for the children to grow together. Lior does admit to himself that he is looking forward to the sounds of his child's laugh, the patter of tiny hooves through sand. "And your Stillwater, I imagine he shares your elation. Are you having a boy or a girl or are you waiting to see?" Lior knows she is fully capable of knowing but whether she has chosen to accept the knowledge is another matter. Perhaps she wanted it to be a surprise. The dark man could easily ask the same for his own foal but he knows he would rather find out alongside Nayl at it's birth.
I want you to remember