That everything good is happening somewhere else?
Glazed eyes, a thousand-mile stare; he loses himself to the illusion of Straia, if for but a moment. The expression speaks untold volumes of thoughts and emotions. I wonder at their nature. Intimacy? Connection? Affection? My stomach squeezes at the idea, my mind wandering to the woman I myself love. Insignificance, she whose name plays oxymoron in the halls of my mind's palace every moment of every day, be as it is that she is the queen of my heart. Ours is a gentle romance, one of steadfast devotion through decades of separation and wonder, honed now to quiet perfection.
Warship's subsequent demonstration of social agony breaks my reverie and I chuckle, imagining that had the stallion my magicked coat, his cheeks might burn crimson red. My broad chest reverberates with low laughter at Warship's tactical description of the provision of heirs--I must run this idea past Insignificance later tonight, see if she is interested in any further provisions... At our advanced age, we could afford to make an attempt every hour on the hour without every finding success.
And oh, how we revel in it!
Forcing myself to leave behind these wanton thoughts and focus on being the chivalrous gentleman I pride myself on being, I step closer to Warship and thrust my shoulder into his, the gesture a simultaneous conveyance of teasing and reassurance.
"I myself have a son and a daughter, and countless grandchildren and great grandchildren from the latter. For all the fun that comes from creating these lives," I step away, flicking my salt-and-pepper tail towards Warship's flanks in another playful dig, "I always found the children themselves to be the greatest reward of the ordeal. Tell me, are you close with any of your sons? I myself maintain close ties with Kagerus and her wife Solace and their many descendants." I gesture to my hide, where my family yet cavorts. "They live in a place like this, beyond Beqanna's borders. They are content to live in peace there, away from this realm's chaos." I smirk, commentary on why I've left that nameless sanctuary going unsaid as I quirk my ears to listen to Warship speak of the Chamber.
I throw my head back and whinny at his description of us as old farts, the sound trailing on as he identifies the nickname's progenitor. "What, am I truly showing my age that badly?" I list a foreleg and straighten my sway back as much as I can, aiming for a statuesque posture worthy of an Alliance war horse. The facade ends with another burst of laughter as my body relaxes again. My head swings side-to-side. "Gods, you remind me of Warrick. He is Solace's father, and my good friend." My eyes twinkle as I settle down, meeting Warship's gaze. "If only he were here, we could create the Chamber's Old Fart Council. Straia would be so proud."
ooc: I love your wordsplosion and am all warm inside at how goofy these two are together.