05-20-2017, 09:19 PM
The grin that tugs and reveals his teeth draws a small one in return upon min's own. His purple painted skin, the dining silver eyes...the clink of metal that adorns his neck. A child of iron. Min knows this all very well despite the distance in which she lived. Kerberos was a name whispered upon maimed, raped and blinded horses.
But had the old man gone soft?
Minerva moves to remove some of the space between then, looking the boy over. The flowers follow in her wake like a studious little army. They were her friends, more family than the boy who stood before her, but the simplicity of his question and glittering curiosity echoing in his eyes halts any little game Minerva may want to play so instead she bites back on the desire to play with the pretty boy. "I was in the forest and Kerberos found me and asked me to join Ischia." The frankness in her voice is punctuated with a shrug, her gaze move away from Kharon, looking over the edge of where the sea met the sand. Emerald eyes scan for nothing in particular though she wonders why she came to the island after all. What could this place offer her?
Her attention is returned to the youth as she gives him a small smirk as she extends her muzzle to politely exchange scents like normal horses do, admiring the shiny chunk of iron around the boys neck. Minerva wonders if Kerby gave it to the boy as a gift or as a collar...she would have to remember to ask about this when she sees him next.
But had the old man gone soft?
Minerva moves to remove some of the space between then, looking the boy over. The flowers follow in her wake like a studious little army. They were her friends, more family than the boy who stood before her, but the simplicity of his question and glittering curiosity echoing in his eyes halts any little game Minerva may want to play so instead she bites back on the desire to play with the pretty boy. "I was in the forest and Kerberos found me and asked me to join Ischia." The frankness in her voice is punctuated with a shrug, her gaze move away from Kharon, looking over the edge of where the sea met the sand. Emerald eyes scan for nothing in particular though she wonders why she came to the island after all. What could this place offer her?
Her attention is returned to the youth as she gives him a small smirk as she extends her muzzle to politely exchange scents like normal horses do, admiring the shiny chunk of iron around the boys neck. Minerva wonders if Kerby gave it to the boy as a gift or as a collar...she would have to remember to ask about this when she sees him next.
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