[private] leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall; svedka

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

The sound of Svedka’s contentment is immensely satisfying, and Pteron’s teal mouth splits into a pleased grin. The promise in the other man’s words add a sense of finality to the tentative plans. He does not know what he tempts when he touches his muzzle to Svedka’s before stepping ahead and throwing a tantalizing glance over his winged shoulder.

“Perhaps I would enjoy having you hunt me down,” he replies. Though his body language seems to imply an immediate chase, he does not move any farther ahead. His eyes are teasing, after all, and the promise of a future encounter has paused progress during this one. It has left them at a delightfully tense level, though, and Pteron cannot help but feel invigorated by the electric thrum that they maintain as they brush against each other in companionable ambling.

Svedka speaks of a place beyond Beqanna, and Pteron’s brow raises curiously. He’s not been beyond the borders of this world and has met few horses who can say that they have. This knowledge serves only to add a sense of mystery to the palomino stallion, and Pteron spares him a look for an amused smile at the idea he might have liked the place

“I think I might enjoy any place with enough company,” Pteron answers truthfully, then amends with the smallest pause: “Though perhaps not a forest. Despite my similarities to a bird - ”(he shuffles his wings here for emphasis) “- I have always felt closed in by too much vegetation.”

@[Svedka]

-- pteron --