paint it black; revol

[Lior]

dark son of gunsynd

If the mare had spoken aloud the observations of his features, well, Lior would have possibly blushed (if horses could). He had never classified himself as handsome. He was exactly who he was...a damaged replica of the stallion who had made him (and broken him) into his image. Gunsynd. The sound of his name on her tongue sounds feminine and strong. She reflects her strength in the way she stands and holds her head without a curtain of protection. Lior does not smile or reflect much of any emotion. It was his nature to remain neutral, stoic. But as in turn he allows the pewter of his gaze to flicker over the curves of her form and back to the silver tapered muzzle. She is a fine creature but what was most appealing in the organ between her ears. Her answer to his question was something different, something he wasn't expecting and Lior lets out a small bark of laughter that forces past his lips. A bit of surprise on his face is sure to mirror hers but it fades quickly when she finished her explanation. Lior does not understand the heart and the trusting of it to another keeper. But to be polite, he shifts his features to be more downward...something of makeshift sympathy. Lior witnesses the shift in conversation, a deflection. She moves her focus back to him and returns her own question of his own reasoning for being in the meadow. "I live here-" He speaks low but firmly with his matter-of-fact tone, "-well, there." The stallion flicks his skull a bit farther up the base of the mountain to his own bit of Beqanna. A dark but cozy cave of his own. Lior's attention returns to Revol with a much more pleasant gaze as he relaxes a bit around her. She seems like an interesting enough mare fit for a pass or two of conversation...Lior had not realized how much he had missed having a decent, normal conversation with another. "Tell me of this bruised heart, Revol." The tones are like a low rumble of thunder in the distance, closing the space between them. Sometimes it was easier to talk to a perfect stranger than any one else and Lior was quite alert with both ears pricked towards the masked mare. LIOR