ruby red glow ; ygritte, any

[farren]

He is puzzled by the sudden bluntness to her voice after his words; he doesn't understand the meaning behind flirting, he is too inexperienced to realize how such words come across to a mare who knows much more than he. So he is puzzled, but he doesn't take it to heart, instead wracking his brain in an attempt to understand. Had he been inappropriate? He doesn't think so, but her reaction is negative, so he assumes he has crossed some sort of line he was not aware of. He notes this, and watches as her brassy body lifts gracefully from the water, just as comfortable on land as she is in water, smiling as she shakes and water droplets arc away from her svelte frame. She is admirable in his eyes, and he knows he can learn much from her. 
His ears perk at the brightness of her laugh, and his legs kick back into motion, propelling him - somewhat awkwardly - towards the shore and towards the salmon-toned mare. He, admittedly, struggles to figure out how to push against the gentle current but soon enough he is up on shore, shaking water from his own coat and shiny tinsel. He looks at her, skull tilting slightly as she speaks, and then lets out a coo that reminds him of a bird he doesn't know by name, but it sounds sweet. "Who is it?" He asks, intrigued, for a new face is exciting to him. Friends are something he wants, and definitely needs to learn from, although he doesn't know it; his childish ignorance is fine, for his age, but he needs others who can teach him what he has not yet learned on his own.
His answer appears soon enough, and his eyes widen in surprise as he views the strange horns on top of this equine's head. He barely notices the nip, for his curiosity is so sparked by something so new and interesting. He hears the hello, and he means to reply in kind, but words slip out before he means to let them go; "What are those?" His voice is bright with the curiosity the tilt of his head implies, chin tilting briefly towards the horns. He doesn't see the possessiveness in the other stallion's stature, and he can see that Ygritte likes him - to what depth, he does not know, and it does not concern him - so he knows that he must be just fine. But then his words reach his ears and his ears flatten slightly, embarrassed, and he dips his head with an embarrassed sort of laugh. "I'm sorry." He amends, meeting the stallion's eyes with a sheepish smile. "Hello. My name is Farren. Who're you?"

F A R R E N

i'll taste the sky and feel alive again