11-01-2015, 12:44 PM
His laugh rings in a lordly fashion; deep, soothing, and intriguing. It warms her stomach like a cup of tea might on a rainy day; a constant feeling, one she wishes to feel more often. And though their eyes meet occasionally, her stomach does not flutter. She’s comfortable with him; more comfortable than she could have imagined.
Perhaps it is well and good that he keeps the blades of his past tucked beneath his skin, for she has no weapons to match the like of his.
“A lovely choice; green surrounds us, it would be a pity to hate it. I myself prefer yellow.” She glances towards the rising sun, ears perking towards its subtle warmth. “It’s a quiet colour.” Silence falls, as though this is explanation enough for her favourite colour. A trivial thing it may be, yet she cannot bring herself to speak further on the matter, for yellow is a guarded colour; and it’s difficult to speak of being guarded when that’s all she has ever been.
As Magnus speaks of his birthplace, the mare cannot bring herself to avert her gaze from her smoky features. Her smile reflects his own, a more docile take on his charming expression. “I’ve never been to the Jungle,” She murmurs thoughtfully, “It’s always seemed so… Intimidating, I suppose.” Tossing her forelock, she imagines herself in his place, a princess of a mighty kingdom, one of renown and prowess. The image pulls a sad sort of laugh from her lungs, one of early mornings and cool fingertips.
Smile genuinely widening at the stallion’s playful thoughtfulness, Cinzia extends her wing and bumps him, chastising his teasing ways. His fur is soft against her feathers. “Well, I was born in the Valley. That’s where mum likes to hide away. She’s no queen, not even a subject anymore.” Her face contorts gently, shoulders rising in a shrug as the duo strolls along. “It was my home I suppose, but it’s always damp there. A dusky place. I left as soon as I could.” Shrugging a second time, the mare flicks her forelock again, slightly uncomfortable with the topic. Glancing towards Magnus again, his steady features encourage her to continue speaking.
“Now though? I guess this is where I spend most of my days. But my favourite place… Hmm… I don’t do much travelling, but I’ve always enjoyed cocooning myself in the quaint forests of cobblestone creek. It’s a herdland,” She explains in a rush, rather sheepish to reveal her hide out. “But I’m the only one who lives there. I just like the sound of the creek, y’know?” She shrugs a third time, laughing in a breathy way, less cool fingertips and more burning cheeks. “So… Yeah. Uhm. Do you do anything weird like that?” Pulling a big, silly smile, she makes big eyes at him, a comical expression. “Please tell me you do. Please. I would hate to be the only weird one here.”
ooc: to be honest this is the cutest thread I've ever threaded.
Perhaps it is well and good that he keeps the blades of his past tucked beneath his skin, for she has no weapons to match the like of his.
“A lovely choice; green surrounds us, it would be a pity to hate it. I myself prefer yellow.” She glances towards the rising sun, ears perking towards its subtle warmth. “It’s a quiet colour.” Silence falls, as though this is explanation enough for her favourite colour. A trivial thing it may be, yet she cannot bring herself to speak further on the matter, for yellow is a guarded colour; and it’s difficult to speak of being guarded when that’s all she has ever been.
As Magnus speaks of his birthplace, the mare cannot bring herself to avert her gaze from her smoky features. Her smile reflects his own, a more docile take on his charming expression. “I’ve never been to the Jungle,” She murmurs thoughtfully, “It’s always seemed so… Intimidating, I suppose.” Tossing her forelock, she imagines herself in his place, a princess of a mighty kingdom, one of renown and prowess. The image pulls a sad sort of laugh from her lungs, one of early mornings and cool fingertips.
Smile genuinely widening at the stallion’s playful thoughtfulness, Cinzia extends her wing and bumps him, chastising his teasing ways. His fur is soft against her feathers. “Well, I was born in the Valley. That’s where mum likes to hide away. She’s no queen, not even a subject anymore.” Her face contorts gently, shoulders rising in a shrug as the duo strolls along. “It was my home I suppose, but it’s always damp there. A dusky place. I left as soon as I could.” Shrugging a second time, the mare flicks her forelock again, slightly uncomfortable with the topic. Glancing towards Magnus again, his steady features encourage her to continue speaking.
“Now though? I guess this is where I spend most of my days. But my favourite place… Hmm… I don’t do much travelling, but I’ve always enjoyed cocooning myself in the quaint forests of cobblestone creek. It’s a herdland,” She explains in a rush, rather sheepish to reveal her hide out. “But I’m the only one who lives there. I just like the sound of the creek, y’know?” She shrugs a third time, laughing in a breathy way, less cool fingertips and more burning cheeks. “So… Yeah. Uhm. Do you do anything weird like that?” Pulling a big, silly smile, she makes big eyes at him, a comical expression. “Please tell me you do. Please. I would hate to be the only weird one here.”
ooc: to be honest this is the cutest thread I've ever threaded.