02-01-2022, 05:54 PM
“Ouch!” Kestrell responded instantly, a more devious grin replacing the friendly one lingering before. He huffed, “Right for the heart.”
He wasn’t angry. There was a level tone to his voice that brushed off her comment as easily as one swiped away a fly, though if Kestrell had known his landing would put her such a fowl mood, he might’ve chosen to crash into one of the rock spires by the Mountain instead. As it was, the gray-and-white mottled stallion attributed her nastiness to his childish behavior. He would’ve never guessed how she really felt, and at the moment they were perfect strangers. There was no reason why the smaller, sooty black mare should trust him.
Kestrell was in a mood to try and change that.
He took a buoyant stride toward her, faltered, and buckled at the knee with a grimace.
“Landed harder than I thought.” He cursed himself, quick to shuffle the mistake away like it was nothing to him.
“Rocky out here.” Kestrell lied through a half-grin.
“You know I should be thanking you.” He tried to carefully make his way through the chest-high waves of summer grass, slowly zig-zagging closer to Ciri as if she hadn’t just been ready to lay him flat on his ass.
“I got lost up there, in the foggy peaks.” He swung his head in the general direction of the mountain. “If it weren’t for your … light? … I would’ve probably bashed my brains in.”
That, too, made him chuckle.
“Anyways,” the large, flying horse stopped in his tracks, “I’m Kestrell. What’s a lovely … beam like yourself doing out in a place like this, all alone?” He leaned to the side, dipping his nose and tilting an eyebrow suggestively.
He wasn’t angry. There was a level tone to his voice that brushed off her comment as easily as one swiped away a fly, though if Kestrell had known his landing would put her such a fowl mood, he might’ve chosen to crash into one of the rock spires by the Mountain instead. As it was, the gray-and-white mottled stallion attributed her nastiness to his childish behavior. He would’ve never guessed how she really felt, and at the moment they were perfect strangers. There was no reason why the smaller, sooty black mare should trust him.
Kestrell was in a mood to try and change that.
He took a buoyant stride toward her, faltered, and buckled at the knee with a grimace.
“Landed harder than I thought.” He cursed himself, quick to shuffle the mistake away like it was nothing to him.
“Rocky out here.” Kestrell lied through a half-grin.
“You know I should be thanking you.” He tried to carefully make his way through the chest-high waves of summer grass, slowly zig-zagging closer to Ciri as if she hadn’t just been ready to lay him flat on his ass.
“I got lost up there, in the foggy peaks.” He swung his head in the general direction of the mountain. “If it weren’t for your … light? … I would’ve probably bashed my brains in.”
That, too, made him chuckle.
“Anyways,” the large, flying horse stopped in his tracks, “I’m Kestrell. What’s a lovely … beam like yourself doing out in a place like this, all alone?” He leaned to the side, dipping his nose and tilting an eyebrow suggestively.
@Ciri