Serabi calmed down and so did Yanhua. Instantly he felt right, and it was enough of a feeling that he unlocked his tense muscles and uncurled from his defensive position. Yanhua’s neck stretched long and low, and his tuft of chin hair moved when he smiled back at her. From one minute to the next he was changed, and it would take him years and years of practice before being able to remotely deflect another’s emotional energy. For now all he could do was encourage the emotions that suited him best, and to him it seemed like Serabi was easily calmed as long as he stayed calm.
Yan sighed again. “Yea, good assumption. I was restless is all. These things -” He looked up to where the horns sat invisible to him on his head but clearly Serabi could see them, and continued, “- give me headaches when they grow.”
That seemed like a reasonable explanation to him, at least. Headaches equal no sleep. But his curiosity over having found the tri-colored filly out here all alone won out over thoughts about his lack of sleep. “What’re you here for, Serabi?” The faintly glowing colt asked her aloud. “And why did you come in the middle of the night?” He wondered pointedly, flicking his ears towards her.
She seemed mostly harmless, aside from her flaring temper. But Yanhua knew better than most that appearances could easily conceal darker motives, and despite his outward friendliness the young stallion trusted no one aside from his family. Serabi might seem like an unobtrusive passerby, and she might be cute and disarming enough to bring a bit of heat to his cheeks, but she wasn’t family… and the stench of her certainly wasn’t Taigan.
@[Serabi] hiiii I think you need to add at the end of her last little speech, lol.
Yan sighed again. “Yea, good assumption. I was restless is all. These things -” He looked up to where the horns sat invisible to him on his head but clearly Serabi could see them, and continued, “- give me headaches when they grow.”
That seemed like a reasonable explanation to him, at least. Headaches equal no sleep. But his curiosity over having found the tri-colored filly out here all alone won out over thoughts about his lack of sleep. “What’re you here for, Serabi?” The faintly glowing colt asked her aloud. “And why did you come in the middle of the night?” He wondered pointedly, flicking his ears towards her.
She seemed mostly harmless, aside from her flaring temper. But Yanhua knew better than most that appearances could easily conceal darker motives, and despite his outward friendliness the young stallion trusted no one aside from his family. Serabi might seem like an unobtrusive passerby, and she might be cute and disarming enough to bring a bit of heat to his cheeks, but she wasn’t family… and the stench of her certainly wasn’t Taigan.
@[Serabi] hiiii I think you need to add
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