07-14-2020, 01:38 PM
If he had to say anything about her at all, he would say that she had changed - she looked a little empty. She lost... something of herself. The look of longing, combined with defeat, the surprise in her eyes that someone is actually kind, or even just normal, in their approach - he knows that look. He knows it from his sisters, he knows it from mares he ones offered a new start, a new home, a place of shelter in Nerine.
It's his specialty, so to say.
His head lowers to her eye level as she speaks, though he doesn't smile - he's self-conscious enough that to laugh at one's own jokes can be quite annoying, and might not fit the situation. Instead, he studies her, then nods. "Just a little - but you know how to make any guy shrink." He lifts his reptilian head and blinks at her. "But no looking." Fairies know he finds it hard enough to willfully change - usually he goes with whatever emotion, and today he had felt rather... well, he wasn't quite sure, vengeful maybe. Thankfully though, there is a little isle further out that he starts to walk around and behind, and also, there is Lilli's loss to focus on. He'll have to actively think of the first time they met, when he was still that in-between horse; Beryl comes to mind, too, and the women he once met. He'd offered them protection, not revenge - a safe place was what they'd needed. Willa had and Eilidh had both needed something like that. If only they could have seen him as a horse initially, it would have saved them so much trouble.
At that, he finally shrinks, not only to the scaled and pointy-toothed semi-dragon horse he was once, but purely himself. Still the ice clings to him, of course, but otherwise nothing draconic is left - even his eyes return to his normal color, the one he had inherited from his father - though Breckin had always said he had his mother's eyes; must be the shape then.
Well, shit. No room for that today - in fact, perhaps with Lilliana around it was easier to focus on her and her troubles, and to forget his own. There were bigger fish to fry, today. "Right, then." he states almost matter-of-factly when he makes it back to the chestnut mare. "Are you going to tell me why you're hiding?"
It's his specialty, so to say.
His head lowers to her eye level as she speaks, though he doesn't smile - he's self-conscious enough that to laugh at one's own jokes can be quite annoying, and might not fit the situation. Instead, he studies her, then nods. "Just a little - but you know how to make any guy shrink." He lifts his reptilian head and blinks at her. "But no looking." Fairies know he finds it hard enough to willfully change - usually he goes with whatever emotion, and today he had felt rather... well, he wasn't quite sure, vengeful maybe. Thankfully though, there is a little isle further out that he starts to walk around and behind, and also, there is Lilli's loss to focus on. He'll have to actively think of the first time they met, when he was still that in-between horse; Beryl comes to mind, too, and the women he once met. He'd offered them protection, not revenge - a safe place was what they'd needed. Willa had and Eilidh had both needed something like that. If only they could have seen him as a horse initially, it would have saved them so much trouble.
At that, he finally shrinks, not only to the scaled and pointy-toothed semi-dragon horse he was once, but purely himself. Still the ice clings to him, of course, but otherwise nothing draconic is left - even his eyes return to his normal color, the one he had inherited from his father - though Breckin had always said he had his mother's eyes; must be the shape then.
Well, shit. No room for that today - in fact, perhaps with Lilliana around it was easier to focus on her and her troubles, and to forget his own. There were bigger fish to fry, today. "Right, then." he states almost matter-of-factly when he makes it back to the chestnut mare. "Are you going to tell me why you're hiding?"
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[lilliana]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
| 