01-04-2016, 10:10 AM
Roan is not sure why she sought out the newcomer herself, she is nothing in these lands but she smelled Brynmor and knows his scent well and decided to join them anyway. She hears the rush of wings and her heart leaps at the familiar sound but falls heavily back into the pit of her body the moment she smells the winged stallion - the scent is all wrong, but she doesn’t remember there being more than one or two others who had wings like her father did back when he was king here. It is hard to hide the disappointment on her face when Hurricane makes his introduction because he is not her father and she had hoped against all hope that Ianto was still there among them.
She feels Brynmor touch her neck, nevermind the fact that he missed her shoulder, and she smiles at him - neither is aware that the other is blind so their interaction is interesting to see. “I’m good and you?” she asks him, responding in kind as her own nose finds the generalized slope of his shoulder and presses there longer than it should so that she can inhale his scent deeply - it relaxes her, her nerves a little frayed now that the king has shown up amongst them and she’s nervous about her place amongst all of them now.
Unconsciously, she shifts closer to Brynmor until her shoulder is aligned with his barrel and bumps it a little. She takes comfort in his presence and in the fact that she knows him better than she knows the other two stallions but she offers Corin a smile, aiming it in the direction that she thinks he stands in based on how his scent is blown to her by the snowy wind. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance Corin, and you as well Hurricane.” Roan is genuine even though the words might seem bland in their expectation but she is truly happy to meet both of them, even if Hurricane’s status as king scares her just the slightest because he is the one who will really decide if she can stay or not.
She’s not sure how to approach him about staying though or if he’ll mind but Corin is asking what he can do to be of service to them so she just waits, there but not really, observing and hanging back quietly by Brynmor’s side.
She feels Brynmor touch her neck, nevermind the fact that he missed her shoulder, and she smiles at him - neither is aware that the other is blind so their interaction is interesting to see. “I’m good and you?” she asks him, responding in kind as her own nose finds the generalized slope of his shoulder and presses there longer than it should so that she can inhale his scent deeply - it relaxes her, her nerves a little frayed now that the king has shown up amongst them and she’s nervous about her place amongst all of them now.
Unconsciously, she shifts closer to Brynmor until her shoulder is aligned with his barrel and bumps it a little. She takes comfort in his presence and in the fact that she knows him better than she knows the other two stallions but she offers Corin a smile, aiming it in the direction that she thinks he stands in based on how his scent is blown to her by the snowy wind. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance Corin, and you as well Hurricane.” Roan is genuine even though the words might seem bland in their expectation but she is truly happy to meet both of them, even if Hurricane’s status as king scares her just the slightest because he is the one who will really decide if she can stay or not.
She’s not sure how to approach him about staying though or if he’ll mind but Corin is asking what he can do to be of service to them so she just waits, there but not really, observing and hanging back quietly by Brynmor’s side.