[private] i've never fallen from quite this high; Ruthless

[Pteron]

finger trips across my cheek----------------
----------------kiss me until i can't speak

Her confusion over her position elicits a wry smile, and he nods his head before shaking away her second apology of their interaction. “It takes a while to learn a new place,” he tells her, “and I should have been the one to seek you out.” He would have, he thinks, if he had known she was here at all. The territory is large enough that he does nto know everyone, but if they are involved in the active life of the land it is the least he could do to introduce himself. And yet he hadn’t, and is reminded once more of the myriad of ways in which he manages to fail as a leader.

‘Do you take your daughter to your favorite place?’ Ruthless asks, and Pteron is shaking his head even before he answers: “No.”

While honesty is not uncharacteristic for the piebald stallion, openness certainly is, and especially openess about this particular topic. The roan had meant his favorite place in Taiga, he is sure, but Pteron’s favorite place is not in the redwood forest at all. The trees are too close here for a winged creature to truly feel at ease, and though the shores and meadows have their appeal, the olive-eyes stallion has never felt drawn in by any particular location. His favorites are people, not places, and Taiga has been perfect only twice in his memory – the visits of his amethyst-eyed lovers.

That is not the sort of thing he shares with near-strangers though, even near-strangers. Instead, he takes a long breath, another projection to himself, and gives the black-winged girl a quiet smile. “That sounds like a beautiful place though. I do not think I’ve ever seen it.”

-- pteron --

@[Ruthless]