05-24-2015, 03:36 PM
It wouldn't be much of a leap to say there is a slight touch of disappointment that his rather smooth talk seemed to flow right over and into the evening air. No matter, though, as he can feel the subtle changes in her beginning with his touch and better still, to the moment she starts to feel the delicious effects of what he had to offer. From her almost tentative return of his touch he could tell she wasn't at all used to charm quite like his, and a sense of... well all good things.. rushed through him at the thought that he had any effect on her, and that she was willing to reciprocate.
Caught up in his thoughts and actions, he missed most of what she said, delirious with that rush of tingly warmth continuously ebbing and flowing even after he'd returned to Shah's side. It truly wasn't important anyway, whatever she'd done in the past to earn her nickname. The killing of her mother? And whoever this valley horse was. Fact was, these two had come across him in search of a good time, and that was certainly what he'd planned for tonight. Lingering on things in the past, or even the lack of a catch in any part of her voice at her admission, simply would not do. So when Shah pipes up about her oddness, he grins and gives a great roll of his shoulders and shakes his head, white and red locks scattering about.
He's only just stilled himself when the blue roan bursts out laughing, gaze sliding over to the other male with humor dancing in his aqua eyes. He doesn't bother to stop his own laughter as Shah misjudges the distance between them and falls into him. "Whoa there, fella!" He manages out, trying to hold steady against the sudden weight of his friend, but sloshed as he is, trips over tangling limbs as well and goes tumbling to the ground. Rather than act surprised, however, the red-headed stallion plays it off by laughing and rolling in the grass as though he'd meant to fall. Taking the moment to enjoy the feel of the ground against him and the soft grass tickling his hide, he then looks up at Alptraum like he's surprised that she's not on the ground with them. But then he notices Shah has regained his feet, so he too staggers to a stand, grinning at the slur of words bubbling out of the pewter man. "Yah but I'd bet y'er safe, boyo. Don't think anythin's gonna want te sink its teeth into ya." He chortles at his good-natured jab before reaching his muzzle to Shah's flank, sloppily aiming a nip in that direction (nothing hard or painful if he made contact at all). "Ye'd be too chewy!" He guffaws as he pulls back, just in case his joke earns him a kick or something in return. The fading light of dusk gleams in his eyes as he turns them back to the mare, giving her a wink and a smile.
Caught up in his thoughts and actions, he missed most of what she said, delirious with that rush of tingly warmth continuously ebbing and flowing even after he'd returned to Shah's side. It truly wasn't important anyway, whatever she'd done in the past to earn her nickname. The killing of her mother? And whoever this valley horse was. Fact was, these two had come across him in search of a good time, and that was certainly what he'd planned for tonight. Lingering on things in the past, or even the lack of a catch in any part of her voice at her admission, simply would not do. So when Shah pipes up about her oddness, he grins and gives a great roll of his shoulders and shakes his head, white and red locks scattering about.
He's only just stilled himself when the blue roan bursts out laughing, gaze sliding over to the other male with humor dancing in his aqua eyes. He doesn't bother to stop his own laughter as Shah misjudges the distance between them and falls into him. "Whoa there, fella!" He manages out, trying to hold steady against the sudden weight of his friend, but sloshed as he is, trips over tangling limbs as well and goes tumbling to the ground. Rather than act surprised, however, the red-headed stallion plays it off by laughing and rolling in the grass as though he'd meant to fall. Taking the moment to enjoy the feel of the ground against him and the soft grass tickling his hide, he then looks up at Alptraum like he's surprised that she's not on the ground with them. But then he notices Shah has regained his feet, so he too staggers to a stand, grinning at the slur of words bubbling out of the pewter man. "Yah but I'd bet y'er safe, boyo. Don't think anythin's gonna want te sink its teeth into ya." He chortles at his good-natured jab before reaching his muzzle to Shah's flank, sloppily aiming a nip in that direction (nothing hard or painful if he made contact at all). "Ye'd be too chewy!" He guffaws as he pulls back, just in case his joke earns him a kick or something in return. The fading light of dusk gleams in his eyes as he turns them back to the mare, giving her a wink and a smile.
