04-26-2016, 05:23 PM
A kiss is not a contract
So he wasn’t fully Dalean, was he? She’d sensed that there was more to the big guy than just a ‘hello’ and that herd mentality. Try as he might, Phaedrus is drawn into her little conversation and when his bit of history slips out, Besra quirks her lips in response. “Don’t worry, your secret's safe with me.” She tells him, noticing the brief scowl that flashed across his lips. She wonders if there’s more to the story than he’s letting on; she also wonders if he's simply just unused to talking with mares like .. this. Casually, no pressure for affection or acceptance.
Besra herself isn’t the over affectionate type anyways. Of course, that wasn’t to say that feelings wouldn’t come over time, only that those feelings would be less aggressive, more along the lines of respect than actual admiration. That being said, she doesn’t expect Phaedrus to pretend to croon over her like some sick puppy when it was clear to her that emotions such as love or romance simply did not suit him. She liked this Phaedrus: quiet, brooding thing that he was. Which is why, when his grin reaches her eyes and his tendril-like appendages wrap around her still body, she can’t help but let her eyes widen in shock.
He’d been holding out, it seems. It feels … odd to have him wrapped around her like this, but she doesn’t shy away from the touch. Her curiosity is driven wildly out of control and the dark wings folded to either side of her body has her usually steady heart leaping against her chest with anticipation. “Run…” He whispers, but Besra didn’t even need the command. The grey-flecked mare leaps high, bucking out with impish excitement before she lands and shoots away across the Golden Plains.
“Take me as high as you can!” She dares him, wild laugh echoing over the quiet sea of grass. If there was any question as to her arrival, now it would be a certain thing. Her thundering gallop flushes all manners of quail and fowl alike, each one taking to the air as Besra soon would. With her head flung back and her bright blue mane tangling with his dark one, they seem like an odd creature - but she doesn’t care. Phaedrus’ gift of flight to her means more than all the confused stares in the world.
Besra herself isn’t the over affectionate type anyways. Of course, that wasn’t to say that feelings wouldn’t come over time, only that those feelings would be less aggressive, more along the lines of respect than actual admiration. That being said, she doesn’t expect Phaedrus to pretend to croon over her like some sick puppy when it was clear to her that emotions such as love or romance simply did not suit him. She liked this Phaedrus: quiet, brooding thing that he was. Which is why, when his grin reaches her eyes and his tendril-like appendages wrap around her still body, she can’t help but let her eyes widen in shock.
He’d been holding out, it seems. It feels … odd to have him wrapped around her like this, but she doesn’t shy away from the touch. Her curiosity is driven wildly out of control and the dark wings folded to either side of her body has her usually steady heart leaping against her chest with anticipation. “Run…” He whispers, but Besra didn’t even need the command. The grey-flecked mare leaps high, bucking out with impish excitement before she lands and shoots away across the Golden Plains.
“Take me as high as you can!” She dares him, wild laugh echoing over the quiet sea of grass. If there was any question as to her arrival, now it would be a certain thing. Her thundering gallop flushes all manners of quail and fowl alike, each one taking to the air as Besra soon would. With her head flung back and her bright blue mane tangling with his dark one, they seem like an odd creature - but she doesn’t care. Phaedrus’ gift of flight to her means more than all the confused stares in the world.