[private] I could take the whole world with me

[Tarian]

His eyes narrow a little as Tarian studies @[Altissima]. He's perceptive enough to see it, even in this darkness (though the full moon hides little). The pale woman shifts, like the weight of his gaze was tangible enough to be felt and so he moves his head. Tarian focuses on a small patch of shimmering light though he keeps an ear flicked towards her, a sign that his attention was still there, waiting for her voice to break through the shadows.

"Absolutely," he agrees with her, that whatever these changes or whatever brings them about, is certainly ridiculous.

But still, there is something on his face that looks a little like fascination as he watches her lights. Tarian doesn't see her eyes change color (this time) but he spies the delicate curves of her ears flick back into the fine hairs of her mane. Sometimes he imagines that the natives of Beqanna wake up in the morning a different color, with wings or extra legs, and never ask why. Something to do with the Mountain, or so he's been told. It makes him appreciate her company, just a little.

There is a rough sound of laughter that comes from somewhere deep within the gray stallion and he turns his head to look at Altissima again. "Was that how it was?" He quips back to her and the retort manages to tug a small smirk forward. "There were probably a hundred of those beasts surrounding us," he tells her. (There wasn't and while they both know that, Tarian can't help but imagine her reaction to this tall tale.) Tarian shrugs his broad shoulders and his wings settle gently against his pale sides as he grows more comfortable.

"I managed to fight them all off so you could die in peace," Tarian states and his blue eyes warm, despite the fact that he is beginning to glow again. The Champion has to fight off a grin, "Even though you lived, I'll still accept a 'thank you"'.