The pale stallion has never been a creature for political intrigues. He knows this place seethes with it, filled to the brim with the clever and ambitious. Erupt has never cared for such things however. There is pleasure in the simplicity of his life, in knowing precisely what it is that he wants. He does not begrudge those that find joy in scheming, but he is not one of them.
Perhaps that makes him a fool or pawn. He’s never considered it, truth be told. Still, he is rather curious why this pretty thief would go through so much effort to convince him to join her. He has been intrigued by her since the beginning, he cannot deny. If he hadn’t been, he never would have joined her for this strange little conversation.
Certainly there must be far easier marks than he. She had appeared to be handling the painted woman just fine before stumbling across him.
He cannot help but feel he is missing something here. On the other hand, he’s not entirely certain that he cares if he is. After all, if he does not find the Pampas as hospitable as he would like, he could always return.
So he nods when the woman makes her offer. It is an enticing one, after all. If he could wield his element outside this humid jungle, he would enjoy the opportunity to do so. Pulling a thin stream of lava from the twinning bands, he curls it along the blue and white mare’s hind fetlock. Help for help, she had said. So he would help.
“Lead the way thief.”
erupt
you've got fire up and down your cheeks
@Aela