SO RICH, SO PRETTY

Perhaps he was a bit puffed up from his recent trips to the meadow. That wasn't his fault though, no, it most certainly was not.

He makes his way to the fields, just to look he tells himself, because he can not stand to be the cause of his own disappointment. He considers for a moment that he has had rather good results lately. He had found a very interesting snow princess, though he had yet to convince her to return home with him. As well as a delusional plaything for his siblings to enjoy. Now, maybe he could find something that was both interesting and a plaything.

He is a flourish of orchid against the spring sky, coasting on a thermal stream of wind. His hazel eyes search the claiming lands with a dull sense of interest. Truly, he didn’t expect to find much, and not at all what he was looking for. Well, even Kirin can be surprised, spotting a dark female accented by bright burst of color on a set of..wings. Oh yes, this, this would do nicely. A tilt of his wingspan, his body, and he is curving towards the ground.

She’s alone, standing there looking..bored maybe? Deep in thought? An oak tree sets in the backdrop just at the edge of the grasses, and he makes to land not far from her. His dismount is flawless, the grasses seem to move out of the way for him, causing very little kick up from the contact. Velvet lips part to reveal a line of straight white teeth, his plumes tucking along his sides. Kirin had perfected his landing ages ago it seems, he coveted not only his color but his wings as well.

“Hey there, great wings.” A plastered smile, and all the feigned interest and charm he can muster. His voice is husk and honey, the perfect remedy for all that ails.

HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL

What these old things? How cliche, and so the lavender stallion refrains from uttering the words. Instead he goes with a simple, "Oh, why thank you." Ending his sentence with smile, and smolder. His hazel eyes gaze over her, soft like cashmere, though they hint not at the scrutiny he subjects her to. He does look her over though, a silent inspection of the goods at hand, and once more she speaks.

Carys. A name, short and sweet, and suitable he supposed- as far as names go. It wasn't horribly long or difficult to say which was good. Kirin can't imagine having to utter some of the absurd monikers that half the equine of Beqannaran about with, let alone remember the damn things. "Carys.." He lingers in an attempt to appear like he is savoring his words. "It's a pleasure. I'm Kirin from Silver Cove."

He doesn't let on too much, who knows what whispers had spread about the sea side residents. "Ever been?" He tempts, drawing nearer, reaching a dusk colored wingtip to her own vibrant selection. "What a gorgeous combination," he remarks in a playful, flirtatious sense. An underlying hint at his words, but he takes them no further than that. Let it seem like he knows how to treat a lady like, well, a lady.

He's careful not to make too many moves that could be deemed forward. Just enough, just a little here and there to show his interest. "Don't you just love to fly Carys? Have you ever flown over the sea?" He doesn't need to fake the shine his eyes take now. Flying is an exhilarating experience, it's one of the few things he truly loves-aside from his darling baby sister. He could sprinkle a little truth with his lies, no harm there.