03-14-2018, 02:00 PM
Castile shrugs rather nonchalantly as his eyes break from Hestia to look at the other mare – Amazon? – with a quirked brow. ”That, and the fact she acts as your subordinate… And you looked at her in a certain way that would mark your dominance.” It was a glance that he was familiar with, that mother occasionally did when she disapproved of someone speaking out of hand. He doesn’t indulge them or admit his familiarity with the situation, taking a more humble place as the wind at his back tousles his unkempt tail.
(Silence her)
Volcan is quiet now, so he suppresses the thought easily enough and focuses more heavily on the amiable nature of Nerine’s newest Queen. ”A different approach,” he admits with a whiskey grin, ”most times the Amazon-type are less welcoming.” His mind flickers to the brash mare at Hestia’s side, but he purposely avoids looking at her.
(Look at her)
(Dare her)
But it’s Hestia that continues to hold his attention, both for her conversation and her fire-kissed body. The heat draws him in; his inner soul is a moth to her flame. He is not cold; Castile has his own form of insulation with a fire always burning in his stomach, an unnatural heat during the winter months. It’s a tug on him that he occasionally feels when Tephra’s volcano comes into view. Not yet understanding why, Castile is able to easily enough hold his ground and not cave into the temptation.
A slow, thoughtful blink breaks his gaze. He looks down to the sand, then to the ocean behind his shoulder. Another breath of salty air is drawn in as he contemplates what, exactly, he does. It’s nothing impressive, nothing that his family would brag about. Castile has always been more humble and content to wander in their shadows. In Loess, that had mostly been a plan of his. He wanted to be a soldier, but then Ivar appointed him to something far greater.
”I’m in Loess,” he finally admits when he turns to face the pair again. He wants to say that he went there for his friend, but then Ivar abandoned his post and Castile was cast back into solitude when Isobell left as well. ”Just working on being a soldier, I guess.” A partial lie. He doesn’t confess that he is Regent – he expects it to be short-lived anyways – or that he is assisting Lepis in her reign while she learns as a child Queen. ”And you,” he shifts the conversation again as they do, back and forth, ”What brought you to Nerine?”
(Silence her)
Volcan is quiet now, so he suppresses the thought easily enough and focuses more heavily on the amiable nature of Nerine’s newest Queen. ”A different approach,” he admits with a whiskey grin, ”most times the Amazon-type are less welcoming.” His mind flickers to the brash mare at Hestia’s side, but he purposely avoids looking at her.
(Look at her)
(Dare her)
But it’s Hestia that continues to hold his attention, both for her conversation and her fire-kissed body. The heat draws him in; his inner soul is a moth to her flame. He is not cold; Castile has his own form of insulation with a fire always burning in his stomach, an unnatural heat during the winter months. It’s a tug on him that he occasionally feels when Tephra’s volcano comes into view. Not yet understanding why, Castile is able to easily enough hold his ground and not cave into the temptation.
A slow, thoughtful blink breaks his gaze. He looks down to the sand, then to the ocean behind his shoulder. Another breath of salty air is drawn in as he contemplates what, exactly, he does. It’s nothing impressive, nothing that his family would brag about. Castile has always been more humble and content to wander in their shadows. In Loess, that had mostly been a plan of his. He wanted to be a soldier, but then Ivar appointed him to something far greater.
”I’m in Loess,” he finally admits when he turns to face the pair again. He wants to say that he went there for his friend, but then Ivar abandoned his post and Castile was cast back into solitude when Isobell left as well. ”Just working on being a soldier, I guess.” A partial lie. He doesn’t confess that he is Regent – he expects it to be short-lived anyways – or that he is assisting Lepis in her reign while she learns as a child Queen. ”And you,” he shifts the conversation again as they do, back and forth, ”What brought you to Nerine?”