No bullshit
The fire born stallion felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward in a semi sarcastic grin at her words. Brushing his shoulder against hers reassuringly, Raul adopted an expression he had damn near perfected on the journey here: one of exquisite nonchalance. He did not miss the brash snort his verdant counterpart exhaled, merely whisked his tail contentedly. To look at him an observer might think he hardly noticed that there was another horse beside himself and the blood and milk girl beside him.
Without a voice, he'd come to appreciate her in a way that he might not have otherwise. Even now he found himself more often choosing to hold speech in reserve, not only because the sensation of it still dragged painfully at his throat. Forced into silence, he had instead learned to listen.
In this mission he did not intend to stand out. He was not of Hyaline, nor any of their territories and so he felt no compunction to act the ambassador. Keeping an eye on Warlight, keeping her as healthy as he could and supporting her mission as well as he could. She could take care of herself, no doubt. Still, he felt a compulsion to ease her way.
Life had a way of being hard, tearing them from their identities and making them question everything. The fiery adolescent knew this first hand, and had decided early on that he would not be a one who made life difficult for others. Well. Most others. He was finding himself entertained by Clayton's silent irritation.
Standing together in the shadow of the towering trees, he felt anticipation eating at his chest. The largest of the company, he knew would hold his own if their presence were found unwelcome. You're a peace keeper, he kept telling himself. Why did he feel like a fight might be deeply satisfying right now? A conflict that didn't bear further inspection at the moment.
@[Warlight] @[Clayton] sooo I'm sorry this sucks butt I needed to put something up.
The fire born stallion felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward in a semi sarcastic grin at her words. Brushing his shoulder against hers reassuringly, Raul adopted an expression he had damn near perfected on the journey here: one of exquisite nonchalance. He did not miss the brash snort his verdant counterpart exhaled, merely whisked his tail contentedly. To look at him an observer might think he hardly noticed that there was another horse beside himself and the blood and milk girl beside him.
Without a voice, he'd come to appreciate her in a way that he might not have otherwise. Even now he found himself more often choosing to hold speech in reserve, not only because the sensation of it still dragged painfully at his throat. Forced into silence, he had instead learned to listen.
In this mission he did not intend to stand out. He was not of Hyaline, nor any of their territories and so he felt no compunction to act the ambassador. Keeping an eye on Warlight, keeping her as healthy as he could and supporting her mission as well as he could. She could take care of herself, no doubt. Still, he felt a compulsion to ease her way.
Life had a way of being hard, tearing them from their identities and making them question everything. The fiery adolescent knew this first hand, and had decided early on that he would not be a one who made life difficult for others. Well. Most others. He was finding himself entertained by Clayton's silent irritation.
Standing together in the shadow of the towering trees, he felt anticipation eating at his chest. The largest of the company, he knew would hold his own if their presence were found unwelcome. You're a peace keeper, he kept telling himself. Why did he feel like a fight might be deeply satisfying right now? A conflict that didn't bear further inspection at the moment.
@[Warlight] @[Clayton] sooo I'm sorry this sucks butt I needed to put something up.