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

The moment that lingers between his question and her response is slow and silent. It pulls Amet's breath from him and he holds it for a second, and then two. Tang laughs with her response, when it does come, and the young boy finally expels his breath in a snort of laughter, his scaly head nodding to agree to the painted girl's request. "We can explore where ever you'd like," he offers politely, his bright amber eyes watching his new friend with outward interest.

They emerge from beneath the wisteria boughs, the delightful Tang questioning whether or not she should still be in the Lake. Amet's gaze moves to the skies, and to the sun that has made it three quarters of the way across the blue sky. Their time together had passed more quickly than he had realized. Suppressing a frown, the dragon king nudges his new friend, "You could stay, if you don't want to travel home tonight. Or I could walk you."

He falls silent (and secretly hopeful), ears twitching as he awaits the buckskin overo's response. She surprises him, though, when she tells him her plans for the spring. He can't help but smile, hooves prancing slightly as they move along the shoreline.

"Spring may be my new favorite season," he muses playfully.

Amet