Their exit from the meeting had been swift.  He was sure the shock of his presence was enough to put her on edge but when Kwartz acknowledged him in knowing, it stung even worse.  All grins at that point, he winked to the boy and turned to follow her through the canopy...

Having grown up in the forest, he had learn to take flight through the meshed web of branch and leaf.  They tugged at his wings but soon he broke free and was soaring in the open skies.  His eyes spotted her easily, how could they not.  Her pelt nearly glittered in the light of day and the blazing streaks of tendrils were hard to miss.  

Another few beats of his large wings and he was caught up to her.  She seemed to be in a hurry but he wasn't.  Enjoying his view from behind her.  It wasn't long and they were descending onto an open patch of neutral land.  He nearly chuckles out loud.  As soon as his lavender hooves it the earth, she has already twisted into a tizzy.  He simply stood square and watched her squirm.  It was quite entertaining to say the least...

It wasn't long before she starts drilling him with why's and 'what the hells'.  Bringing up Krone and their twins.  He shakes the smirk from his lips, "They have nothing to do with this Sabra... Kwartz should at least know who his father is.  He deserves that.  Let him decide if he wants to know me... Cuz I'd like to know him." His entertained mannerisms turn serious temporarily. 

With a sigh, she seems to relax slightly and he reaches towards her with his muzzle.  Wanting to touch the warmth of her flesh again.  His memories serve him well, that at one time they had enjoyed each other's embrace.  He didn't fully understand why she refused him so.  She had her kingdom, thats all she ever really wanted anyhow...wasn't it?

As expected, he reaches and she retracts.  There was a slight hesitation of second thinking but her purpose takes control.  More harsh words are spit in his face and he covers his pain with a chuckle, "Ouch!... You really know how to kick a man when he's down." He didn't truly care what she thought of him or his family.  He was their father and nothing she said would change that.

Silver-hazel eyes watch her curiously as she has a moment of thought before she is moving towards him again.  Inch by inch she nears and his nares fill with her sweet fragrance.  Ears twist to hear her words but his hooves remain still.  He wasn't threatened by her invasion of his personal space.  It was almost welcomed.  When she finishes with more threatening words, his head lowers with a defined arch to his neck.  Meeting hers, he seductively whispers in her ear, "I would never..." His lips reach to brush along her pearlescent flesh.

A grin curls the corners of his lips as he bends his muzzle to meet her flesh.  Dismissing her question for now as he feels it was asked in desperation to continue small talk, instead of acting.  She enjoyed fighting but eventually it grew tiresome.  Now, as she leans into his trailing lips down the arch of her neck, is one of those times that giving in was easier than resisting.  

Enjoying the slow lingering of his flesh on hers, he does not rush.  Seduction was an art he hadn't mastered entirely, but practicing made perfection.  At least that's what he heard.  With a single step forward and the extension of his neck, he moves along her shoulder blade.  Nipping gently every so often as his lips wandered down her velvet hide.  Following the edge of her blade and down to her breast.  A soft whicker vibrates quietly in his windpipe as again, his pale lips trail down her.  Finding the crisp edges of her forelimb easy to trace along and even more sensitive to his gentle nibbles.  He awaits her reaction before moving any farther... 

Just as his advances had lingered for reaction, he had gotten one.  The opal mare is retreating with shouted words.  He hears them and with a lift of his head, he looks upon her.  Silver-hazel eyes catch the anger and fear that plague her aqua eyes.  His grin had faded and in place were thin lines but soon that's replaced with a softer smile as she finishes speaking.  His eyes remaining fixed on hers as he steps towards her.  Muzzle reaching to place a single gentle kiss at her cheek.

As quickly as it begins, it ends.  He is moving away from her.  Noting her rigid stance and fighting position, he simply nods in understanding.  "If that's what you wish Love, than so be it.  Tell Kwartz I'll return soon.  I'd hope by then you'll have told him the truth..." His head turns north to his island.  He had been gone much too long.  Long limbs turn him as his wings unfurl and he is taking to the skies once more.