The giggle catches his attention from beneath the thick plume of a forelock currently blocking his vision. Lobes twitch and the poll follows suit to see the keeper of the tinkling sound. Who was watching him and providing themselves amusement on his behalf?
As he looks over a shoulder, the turquoise pools find a blue mare clearly watching him. If he were able to blush he would have but instead his own laughter churns from his belly and he looks away briefly. The male swings wide to move to clearly see his new company. The heavy skull sends his mane finally up and way, mindful of the horn the sprouts from the center of his forehead.
The mare is beautiful, to say the least. She reminds him of the sky, clouded with tufts of gray all spung together by the hands of the gods. And from her spine, Van notices, are a pair of delicate wings. She is an angel in his eyes and he grows a bit dreamy.
Stop it, Van. The cautious whisper strokes him, gentle and timid and Van slams his eyes shut. Bearing the hurt from a previous woman, he breaths slowly before lifting the lids to look to the blue girl. She had not hurt him, if fact, as far as he knew she could just be someone passing through and just having a little giggle at him but it was best to not be rude. "Hello there-" the vocals are deep, masculine, "I'm Van. What's your name?" He hoped she wouldn't mind him asking but he tended to not look before he leaped. It was that very thing that often contributed to his own stress and pain.
Van
come away, sweet girl, strum your guitar while we lay on the beach