02-12-2022, 12:03 PM
Mesarez
Though he’s had decades to practice schooling his features from showing his true reactions, Mesarez isn’t always the best at it. Surprise flashes across his illuminated face when he takes in the stranger that comes to a stop nearby. She could be a Baltian, and he almost thinks that she is one until he gives her a good look over. The eyes give her away - that and the greeting she gives.
It isn’t often he goes unrecognized by his own kind - after all, he is a prince who’s spent the better part of a century avoiding whatever he should be doing in favour of travelling around and meeting whoever he can.
Surprise easily fades into delight as he watches as she holds her head high - a smile growing at words she uses as a greeting.
Mesarez feels at ease talking to strong mares since there’s no shortage of them in his life, and he quickly relaxes here on this strange shore in her company. Although he feels generally uneasy being on land, conversation is something he delights in and the prospect of it erases any discomfort from his mind.
“Good, I like being special.” The bright grin that accompanies the words leaves little doubt that he means them. “You’re pretty unique yourself.” He offers back as those black and silver eyes look her over again. They catch for a moment on the rattle at the end of her tail, and he can’t quite help but ask with obvious curiosity “Does that mean you’re dangerous?”
It isn’t often he goes unrecognized by his own kind - after all, he is a prince who’s spent the better part of a century avoiding whatever he should be doing in favour of travelling around and meeting whoever he can.
Surprise easily fades into delight as he watches as she holds her head high - a smile growing at words she uses as a greeting.
Mesarez feels at ease talking to strong mares since there’s no shortage of them in his life, and he quickly relaxes here on this strange shore in her company. Although he feels generally uneasy being on land, conversation is something he delights in and the prospect of it erases any discomfort from his mind.
“Good, I like being special.” The bright grin that accompanies the words leaves little doubt that he means them. “You’re pretty unique yourself.” He offers back as those black and silver eyes look her over again. They catch for a moment on the rattle at the end of her tail, and he can’t quite help but ask with obvious curiosity “Does that mean you’re dangerous?”
@frey