09-26-2021, 04:21 PM
Helion’s silver eyes widen when Moira catches the drops of water he had sprayed out from his wings. He reaches out to nudge one of the iridescent droplets, his grin growing a little brighter. He had known she could move around water, but this was a particularly pretty trick.
When the water eventually falls, a small laugh escapes him - delighted by this slowing down of time, and it is with that laugh still dancing in his eyes that he had moved closer to her.
It is good to have a friend visit his home, and Helion is busy thinking this and enjoying the feeling of being mostly clean and doesn’t notice that Moira avoids looking directly at him for a few seconds. But he does notice the playful glint in her eyes and his own narrow in mock-suspicion before widening with another bright burst of laughter escapes him when the water forms an orb.
Despite the fact that he takes a small step to the side and away from the orb, his smile hasn't faded. “I don't know what you mean, we're a rather pristine lot.” Says the golden stallion with red streaks of dust and mud on his head and neck. And sure, the rest of him was already wet, it wouldn't matter very much to also soak his head - it just also wouldn't be very fun to just stand there and allow it to happen. His silver gaze remains on her, though a few glances are spared for the orb to keep up appearances.
“Haven’t we played this game before?” He asks, remembering how she had splashed him with water upon their first meeting.
When the water eventually falls, a small laugh escapes him - delighted by this slowing down of time, and it is with that laugh still dancing in his eyes that he had moved closer to her.
It is good to have a friend visit his home, and Helion is busy thinking this and enjoying the feeling of being mostly clean and doesn’t notice that Moira avoids looking directly at him for a few seconds. But he does notice the playful glint in her eyes and his own narrow in mock-suspicion before widening with another bright burst of laughter escapes him when the water forms an orb.
Despite the fact that he takes a small step to the side and away from the orb, his smile hasn't faded. “I don't know what you mean, we're a rather pristine lot.” Says the golden stallion with red streaks of dust and mud on his head and neck. And sure, the rest of him was already wet, it wouldn't matter very much to also soak his head - it just also wouldn't be very fun to just stand there and allow it to happen. His silver gaze remains on her, though a few glances are spared for the orb to keep up appearances.
“Haven’t we played this game before?” He asks, remembering how she had splashed him with water upon their first meeting.
@Moira