B R O N S O N N
He is not well versed in the ways of the world. He had remained close with her parents, loved unconditionally and there was not much he wanted from the world that they could not provide. He was able to be wild and free with his twin Cyprin. They had laughed and carried on joyfully in the confines of their secret home as Lior and Nayl had decided to retire to a quiet life near the sea so they could raise their children out of the eye of the kingdoms.
Slowly shuffling, he moves without much concern for others who may be watching. The length of his feathering was dirty, some clumped together by icy mud. Bron does not seem to notice nor really care as he tosses his long hair from his face, dark eyes observing a few others as the gathered to talk or nibble at the grasses.
A copper bright mare is off near the treeline, alone, looking small against the autumn backdrop. She seemed to nearly blaze just as bright as the fire colored leaves. His dark eyes observe her detachment, neither really curious or truely interested, Bron had to make an attempt to socialize with others than his family.
The low thud-thud of his feet are rhythmic and slow as he nears the small mare, leathery wings pressed to his spine. Bron opens his mouth as his dark eyes grip her delicate features...unsure of what to do next that would deem him something other than dangerous. "Hello." Awkward. Low. Something barely above a rumbling grunt.
Bron's brow furrows slightly as he nods, his heart in a panic for he had really muffed it up, but who was she anyway? It's not like he had to impress her or ever see her after this moment if he did not decide to. Instead, Bron offers a polite nod, relaxing back on the thickness of his haunches, dark eyes rolling away to look upward at the chilly blue sky. 'Pretty day..." He remarks lowly to her as his eyes flicker back to the pretty mare's face.
From an awkward beginning, Bron (as he relaxes) finds it a bit easier to speak with her...if she chose to.
Slowly shuffling, he moves without much concern for others who may be watching. The length of his feathering was dirty, some clumped together by icy mud. Bron does not seem to notice nor really care as he tosses his long hair from his face, dark eyes observing a few others as the gathered to talk or nibble at the grasses.
A copper bright mare is off near the treeline, alone, looking small against the autumn backdrop. She seemed to nearly blaze just as bright as the fire colored leaves. His dark eyes observe her detachment, neither really curious or truely interested, Bron had to make an attempt to socialize with others than his family.
The low thud-thud of his feet are rhythmic and slow as he nears the small mare, leathery wings pressed to his spine. Bron opens his mouth as his dark eyes grip her delicate features...unsure of what to do next that would deem him something other than dangerous. "Hello." Awkward. Low. Something barely above a rumbling grunt.
Bron's brow furrows slightly as he nods, his heart in a panic for he had really muffed it up, but who was she anyway? It's not like he had to impress her or ever see her after this moment if he did not decide to. Instead, Bron offers a polite nod, relaxing back on the thickness of his haunches, dark eyes rolling away to look upward at the chilly blue sky. 'Pretty day..." He remarks lowly to her as his eyes flicker back to the pretty mare's face.
From an awkward beginning, Bron (as he relaxes) finds it a bit easier to speak with her...if she chose to.
i'll keep you close
@[lilliana]