Darling leave the light on for me
I'll be there before you close the door
Lucky enough to have found a few horses willing to engage him, Vadar’s grin only widens at the welcoming nature Roseen exudes. There’s something of a light in her, distinguishable from the way she so obviously tried to ignore his markings, and for someone who’s own light could hardly be extinguished, the black and white stallion deems the bay mare a rarity. In all Beqanna he’s never met someone so obviously cautious and yet, so obviously kind.
From beside him the colt chirps up, attentive and (in a way only children can seem to manage) excited over the prospect of a newcomer. Vadar reasons that these two have been secluded for a while, as Thorgal is practically vibrating with energetic gusto, and he wonders what could’ve possibly happened to force them into shunning company. “Thorgal! A strong name.” The silver-maned stallion smiled, pawing playfully near the tawny boy.
His eyes, pale red in a sea of milk white, flick up to catch the attention of the colt’s mother in case she disapproved of rough play. Wound, his own dam, had been willing enough to let him romp now and then since he lacked a sibling to match. “Not all mothers are like Wound.” He thinks to himself, winking gently at Roseen through ivory eyelashes.
“My name is Vadar.” The stocky brute says, easing a bit closer now that he’d been given leeway to make himself comfortable. “Are you escorting your mother to the River today, Thorgal? Pretty lady like that needs protection, right?” He jokes half-seriously, only for the benefit of Thorgal’s pride. Had he come across the mahogany female alone, the approach to a compliment might’ve been more direct, but he’s not hungrily lusting or trying to make her feel uncomfortable.
@[Roseen] sorry for the wait! <3