07-30-2017, 09:51 PM
His words, the closest he will come to an apology, seem to never reach her deaf ears. His own frustration is mirrored in her dark eyes as she turns her face to him. But she ends their conversation with a handful of remorseful words and a soft kiss to the hard plateau of his cheek. He was ready to explain to her why she can't stay, why she has to leave until he can discuss with his father the reasons she is different from the other hellions, but he is not ready to ask her to wait and let him explain. The explanations he isn't prepared to give come out blended into one word.
"Kolera..." dark and faint.
The lithe mare turns to leave and heat wells up in his chest, turbulent and searing, like a bubbling hot spring. He had told her to go but he hadn't really expected her to leave. But underneath his uneasiness, there is something else. The sudden encounter with control leaves him simultaneously exhilarated and discontent.
He got what he wanted - but the rigid shelf of his brow and the set of his downturned mouth are certainly at odds with the usual look of someone who gets what they want. With his mind awash in conflicting emotions he doesn't make a move to follow her... not that the girthy draft stud could catch her if she was set on out running him. His fiery eyes simply watch the Kolera disappear before he turns his attention to Warrick.
Thoughts of mares have no place in his mind as his gaze settles on the older stallion. Back to business, the flint has returned to his smoky voice. "So, comrade, now that we are alone - say what is it you actually wanted to tell me."
The expression he wears is stern but not cynial- subtly, his ever present curiosity flickers behind his detatched facade.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
@[Warrick]