08-10-2019, 03:57 PM
Pteron has flirted with enough strangers to recognize shyness, and to know how similar it can look to discomfort. He is curious how she might respond to him stepping closer, and wonders if he might make the warmth of her embarrassment blaze into something more enjoyable. But without knowing his interest is mirrored, Pteron is equally content to step back, lean away and shift his weight into a more comfortable position.
He’s even more glad of this as he senses the tension that his answer has caused. Pteron had already mentioned both kingdoms, yet somehow this mention of them together has agitated his companion in a way that they had not before. He considers changing the subject, but Sabrina instead questions him further.
“The same I do it Taiga,” the dun stallion tells her truthfully. “My father is still the Champion of Loess, and though my mother is the Comtesse of Taiga she considers the land to be loyal to Loess rather than Nerine.” Pteron admits several things: his parents identity, his own membership in a royal family, and the shifting of loyalties in the Nerenian territories. It occurs to him after he says this, that Sabrina might not be the best horse to have admitted this too.
Though she intends to challenge for the leadership of the Icicle Isle, Sabrina has given no indication of where she stands when it comes to Nerine. He is inexplicably grateful when she shifts the conversation back to the nothern lights, and he grasps onto it with relieved enthusiasm.
“A visit in the fall?” He repeats, his brows raising suggestively though he does not pursue the joke further without an invitation. Instead, he brings up another woman, which he’s well aware suggests the very opposite. Pteron is a flirt, after all, but there is a reason he has avoided his mother's efforts to marry him off. He is not ready to settle down, however much he might be inclined to jest about keeping Sabrina warm on a cold Isle night.
“If your offer extends to others as well, I have a friend who’d probably like to see that. She’s from Loess too.”
@[Sabrina]
He’s even more glad of this as he senses the tension that his answer has caused. Pteron had already mentioned both kingdoms, yet somehow this mention of them together has agitated his companion in a way that they had not before. He considers changing the subject, but Sabrina instead questions him further.
“The same I do it Taiga,” the dun stallion tells her truthfully. “My father is still the Champion of Loess, and though my mother is the Comtesse of Taiga she considers the land to be loyal to Loess rather than Nerine.” Pteron admits several things: his parents identity, his own membership in a royal family, and the shifting of loyalties in the Nerenian territories. It occurs to him after he says this, that Sabrina might not be the best horse to have admitted this too.
Though she intends to challenge for the leadership of the Icicle Isle, Sabrina has given no indication of where she stands when it comes to Nerine. He is inexplicably grateful when she shifts the conversation back to the nothern lights, and he grasps onto it with relieved enthusiasm.
“A visit in the fall?” He repeats, his brows raising suggestively though he does not pursue the joke further without an invitation. Instead, he brings up another woman, which he’s well aware suggests the very opposite. Pteron is a flirt, after all, but there is a reason he has avoided his mother's efforts to marry him off. He is not ready to settle down, however much he might be inclined to jest about keeping Sabrina warm on a cold Isle night.
“If your offer extends to others as well, I have a friend who’d probably like to see that. She’s from Loess too.”
@[Sabrina]