winter wonderland
Ruinam is quite glad to meet Valdis again, her words comfortably meeting him as he halts in place, his stature solid amongst the rustling leaves that violently blew around in the summer wind, carried by the illustrious gleam of sunlight that draped over the colourful forest.
The ivory male was not expecting Mary to show as well but it comes as a pleasant surprise, his head nodding toward her in greeting before he could even reply to Valdis.
His posture now changes to accompany the gaze of both of the mares, unwilling to exclude anyone "Greetings Mary" he finally speaks, his voice separating from the nod of his head, the dulcet tone of his voice gently carrying across the weak breeze.
For some reason the atmosphere suddenly becomes rather tense, a feeling his companion responds to, fleeing unnoticed into the foliage.
Ruinam keeps his smile as he looks at both of the mares, as Valdis speaks to Mary the snow-white male turns to face the queen, his ears awaiting her reply as they all stand in a tense silence.
Perhaps it was just Ruinam that felt this way, after all, the stallion tended to be rather unsocial, a meeting of three equines was not something he usually participated in by will, usually one to avoid any confrontation if at all possible.
If his suspicions are true then the stallion would be stuck, unable to pick a side if it ever came to it, having given promises to both females, a pleasantry he was not used to giving out entrusting both mares with it.
Promises, as usual, felt weird to the male, something that should not be exchanged with ease, a dangerous pleasure only thrill-seekers indulged in, a horror to the weak that are unable to uphold what they so willfully promise, the male despises the feeling and so he usually refrains from such things.
His wavering attentions now shoots back toward Mary, his ears pivoting to listen to the conversation.
