05-04-2021, 11:26 AM
Yanhua’s eyes twinkled. He shared her sentiments about the festival but refrained from saying so aloud, not the kind to easily offend. Besides, he was trying to make an effort with Leilan and this ‘party’ felt like a hoofstep in the right direction. “Winds,” He muttered at her sarcasm, inclining the prow of his head toward her, “help me get it off, would you?” Yan asked.
She could have the damn thing for all he cared.
Afterwards he carefully lifted his nose again, aware of how cumbersome his own horns could be in close-quarters. The last thing he wanted was to gouge an eye out or rough up some skin, and he’d always been purposefully slow with tilting his head this way or that for fear of making contact. Appearances often led other horses to think otherwise, given his athletic stature and somewhat reserved manner, but Yanhua was truly a peaceful recluse. He fought when necessary, preferring to avoid confrontation. Being harsh had never suited him; growing wise was his mantra.
“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.” He guided the conversation easily, glancing down at the buckskin mare with an insightful grin. She reminded him of Lethy, only by the color of her coat. Yan knew this horse wasn’t of the same lineage. “I’m Yanhua, obviously.” The chestnut laughed briefly.
YANHUA
@[Bardot] promise?