[private] take a look in the mirror

[Tarian]

His blue eyes widen slightly and Tarian even lifts his head.

She's done it again. Done something that nobody else has done (or dared) to do in his entire life. Tarian has been called many things over the nearly two decades of his life but it is Wildling who seems to constantly surprise him. First, she had dubbed him Sir Glow Worm and now she calls him an idiot.

It makes him move to take a step forward and only when his weight shifts slightly forward does he remember the hindleg that prevents him from doing so. Pain flares from the limb and it makes Tarian stiffen as his body jerks back again. Whatever she had done, it isn't the power she wields that tells her anything about his injury. It had just been the way that he had been standing, the way that he had been holding his wings so that they might detract from the leg that he kept from resting on. The Loessian doesn't attempt to move again and stays still, except for the way that his brow creases in confusion.

"You can maneuver light," he mutters, starting to realize exactly what she could do and how powerful she might be. "And you make me glow like a bug."

Tarian should be annoyed; insulted. He knows that he should be and yet as @[Altissima] draws closer, whatever irritation he had vanished. The pegasus becomes aware of the steps between them and his attention follows her when the pale mare moves past him, towards the leg that he is paying no mind to. It pains him but the winged stallion doesn't even flinch when she turns to look at him. His blue eyes meet hers - watching for whatever color might be waiting there - and snorts softly in reply.

"The Alliance." Tarian tells her bluntly, wishing no more to speak of his injury than they had spoken of her nearly dying. Another smile threatens to break against his dark lips and there is only a slight flicker of amusement when he asks, "ever hear of it, Wildling?"