larger than the moon, my love for you || ilma

[Ilma]

A little breeze goes a long way

She finds the gold-and-white is easy to talk to, and forth comes another light chuckle when he claims that his sister would have to speak highly of him, otherwise perhaps people will question her. "Perhaps that is so." To her, it would not have made much a difference, she initially thinks, but perhaps that is because she met Solace first and recognized her to be equally light-hearted and kind as herself, though perhaps with more heavily-weighing duties, as a queen. But she also supposes, that he is right - she would not have found Solace as kind as if she had spoken ill of another, without them being present. So there's that. As it is, her thoughts are with Solace for a moment, so Ilma hardly notices the gold-flecked stallion's eyes tracing her wings. To be honest, when she came to Beqanna, she had been used to them as common, as it was a trait shared with about half her family. But here she noted there were many different mutations, and to Ilma they were all the more intriguing - yet, it had already occurred to her once or twice that several un-traited horses here would like a trait themselves, and that some traits were looked at with more suspicion than others - her wings were apparently a likeable asset. She has noticed his bite marks, of course - they stand out on lighter-coated horses, she knows; but as they are fading images she decides not to ask. Ah, good girl Ilma - sometimes just too shy or too naive, and yet, experienced in other ways. She's shockingly two-faced in that way, almost - but of course that is not something she notices herself. When he speaks again, her eyes are drawn to his in the natural fashion of conversation and perhaps what could be seen as interest. He's a handsome man for sure, and so, it's not too weird for her to be attracted to him. She's not ready for such a thing as love just yet, however, or really much of physical contact. But looking never hurt anyone, and she knows she cannot be the only woman (or man) to notice his natural flatter and fall for it one way or another. For example, his almost playful-looking shame gets her to see his head in a different light, eyes shining through a dually coloured forelock for a moment before he lifts his head again. While it is of course his fault that he wasn't around long enough to meet her, it is not something he could have known, so Ilma is not to hold anything against him for it. Then, he smiles and tells her he always finds a reason to stay longer, and she smiles in return. "I can imagine there may be something new for you to discover each time you return. Surely that will take time to investigate." Right now, she was the new thing, but who knew who or what it could be next time? Perhaps a small avalanche that reveals a cave or creates a new viewpoint, or even another new recruit or, heck, with the way he's looking, if there were more mares around here than just his sister, she imagines that he might just come home to find out he is a father. She quickly pushes that thought aside, looking almost ashamed at her own thoughts. She quickly diverts her gaze to the lake and the surrounding green grasslands, searching for her own product of exactly thoughts like those; trying to decipher if the shadow she sees up ahead is her daughter. She feels that perhaps this season may be too early for her to have a second, so she really doesn't need to take those hormones and dump then around her queen's own brother to add to the mess. But at his claim that he must not be doing his job very well, she turns back right at him, slightly confused, other matters forgotten. "How so?" she asks. If he's such a wanderer, this could be expected, right? "What is this duty, that you cannot do as your heart tells you to? Perhaps you need to ask another duty instead," she muses. She realizes that as the queen's brother he may have things to do here that are expected of him, but that he does not really need for himself. If that's the case, well, she's sure that Solace would understand and would happily give him another task. Perhaps recruiting and exploring, even spying, would fit him better. Tasks where he can wander all he wants and meet as many new horses as possible, or even blend in.

@[Svedka]