do you feel like a young god? any

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

His anger at Iset festers as he stares over the length of the Lake with sharp amber eyes. Stubborn girl, Amet thinks to himself vehemently, before guilt at the thought wells in his chest. The leather-plated colt forces a sigh of resignation from his open maw, silently taking some of the blame for their chronic spats. The Akhal-Teke colt had always, and would always, want the better for his sister, but the fiery Iset could make it difficult.

He supposes that he, too, can be troublesome to deal with.

A loud whinny breaks Amet's internal dialogue, causing the dragon-boy to pivot swiftly in the shallow water to investigate. His amber eyes sweep the treeline, watching for the Lake's most recent intrusion. He doesn't quite mind the new company that frequently streams in from the rest of Beqanna, but the golden and bronze Amet can only hope that he'll be able to hide his sour mood in the face of a new acquaintance.

A painted filly breaks from the bright purple wisteria, a pleasant expression on her face, and Amet is smiling almost instantly. His ears flutter towards her and his nostrils flare delicately to scrutinize the girl's scent. She does not smell briny like the residents of Nerine, so he's quite at a loss for guesses at her homeland.

Perhaps... maybe... she could be searching for a home?

He moves toward her, feeling hopeful now, his bright amber eyes warm. "Hello! Welcome to the Lake," he says with an air of confidence that he doesn't quite feel. She is, after all, beautiful in her carefree smile. "My name is Amet. Who are you?"

Amet

@[Tangerine]