05-08-2019, 02:10 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
The ice-clad roan didn’t recognise the horse-form before him; dipping his head slightly to acknowledge him after the -slightly strange- call, he awaited the introductions, yet they came late and he could frankly shake his head when asked if he’d seen any prey. No, the colder seasons weren’t kind to anyone - and Leilan kept a mostly omnivorous diet anyway. Having been a horse longer than an icedrake (even though with years passing, that number of equality would be nearing them soon), he still only took flesh when there were no other options.
When he got called the serious type, a spark of defiant boyism lingered, his eyes taking a slightly more turquoise shade as he kept listening. Crevan - ah, but wasn’t that interesting. Though Leilan honestly looked a tad different back then, too, he’d not forget the name of the half-wolf who had chased who was now the mother of his firstborn.
Life had a way of coming back at you, and Leilan outs a short laugh. ”Did you leave your wolf-skin in Sylva?” A grin follows, then a shake of his mane. ”I won’t be needing help any time soon I hope, unless you’d like to direct any winter-like shifters my way? Thank you for offering though.” That’s not, exactly, what Crevan had said or meant to say, he’s certain. But he rather likes teasing anyway.
Looking up, the falcon just about leaves them to sit on Aten. ”Ah, Aten. I see you’ve found a friend.” Not quite explaining if he meant the falcon or the wolf, the dragon-like stallion doesn’t really mind however such a comment is taken. ”I suppose Heartfire would like to know where you stand, but I reckon this is still the Land of the Free, hmm?”
A fly annoys him and he doubts his niece isn’t spying on them now, but he wouldn’t quite assume it is this particular fly - and he swats it. Even if she was with the bug she would find another soon. Or she could actually ask him what happened. Either way, he’s more interested in the tension he feels between the two men. ”I’ve fared better in the ice than under the sun, as you well know.” he answers Aten in his own time. Then he looks between the two of them. ”So what can this piece of ice do for you two lovebirds, hmm? Need some cooldown?”
When he got called the serious type, a spark of defiant boyism lingered, his eyes taking a slightly more turquoise shade as he kept listening. Crevan - ah, but wasn’t that interesting. Though Leilan honestly looked a tad different back then, too, he’d not forget the name of the half-wolf who had chased who was now the mother of his firstborn.
Life had a way of coming back at you, and Leilan outs a short laugh. ”Did you leave your wolf-skin in Sylva?” A grin follows, then a shake of his mane. ”I won’t be needing help any time soon I hope, unless you’d like to direct any winter-like shifters my way? Thank you for offering though.” That’s not, exactly, what Crevan had said or meant to say, he’s certain. But he rather likes teasing anyway.
Looking up, the falcon just about leaves them to sit on Aten. ”Ah, Aten. I see you’ve found a friend.” Not quite explaining if he meant the falcon or the wolf, the dragon-like stallion doesn’t really mind however such a comment is taken. ”I suppose Heartfire would like to know where you stand, but I reckon this is still the Land of the Free, hmm?”
A fly annoys him and he doubts his niece isn’t spying on them now, but he wouldn’t quite assume it is this particular fly - and he swats it. Even if she was with the bug she would find another soon. Or she could actually ask him what happened. Either way, he’s more interested in the tension he feels between the two men. ”I’ve fared better in the ice than under the sun, as you well know.” he answers Aten in his own time. Then he looks between the two of them. ”So what can this piece of ice do for you two lovebirds, hmm? Need some cooldown?”
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Slow, slower, slowest
@[Crevan] yer turn
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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