11-29-2016, 01:33 AM
as the winds blow, so will I know...
His state was indeed tranquil, head level and tail swishing now and then with the breezes over his hocks. His mismatched eyes, each bearing resemblance to each of his parents, scan over the sky and the reflected colors on the ocean's surface. The water matched his mood, calm and smooth with the occasional ripple from the low winds. The sound of the tide softly lapping the gray shores was the most soothing. Somewhere in the distance, a whale breeched the surface and expelled its long-held breath. His gaze drank it all in, and he breathed deep the salty air, allowing his mind to be mostly clear when the painted mare of his former thoughts stepped up behind him. As he'd been mostly subdued in the bliss and peace of the dawn, and the breezes blew in from out on the water, he had neither heard nor smelled her approach. So when her sultry voice reached his ears, they snap to the sound and he lifts his broad head, turning his neck to view her. Her voice isn't unwelcome in the peace surrounding him, so the only notion she has caught him off guard was the snapping of his ears. He isn't normally so oblivious to the happenings around him, but perhaps he has gotten too accustomed to the quiet in the land.
"It truly is." He responds in kind, his smile soft and open, his bicolored eyes warm. Lazily, he swings his marred hindquarters away from her so that he can face her at an angle. She gives her name and the bay roan dips his handsome head to her, respectful as always. "Buongiorno, Nayl. It is good to finally meet you in person. I am Simeon." His tones are smooth, masculine and deep, Italian accent giving his words a lilt. Of their own accord, his eyes travel over her frame. The lovely contrast of smokey black meeting patches of white over lush curves of muscle and bone. It is a quick once-over, one that ends with him looking at her face. Both feminine softness and fierce edges, with fiery amber eyes to top it off. He has scented her before, more than a few times, maybe even before the reckoning, though now he can put a face and a name to it. They are both from the Jungle, both residents of Nerine, but he knows he would remember her if they'd ever met prior to this.
Everything about her draws him in, but he is careful not to let it show on his face. He senses she is not the most comfortable around him, and he couldn't have her thinking that the stallion before her was a mindless buffoon who only thought with one area of his body. Sim has experienced attraction before, knows how to resist temptation. Respect first, always. Even if she is quite possibly one of the most striking and beautiful mares he has laid eyes on. The flapping of wings off to the side, back over the ocean, draws his attention away from her, a welcome distraction as he locates the same pelican she watches catching its breakfast and then sweeping off in the distance. He, like her, follows its direction until it almost disappears from view, glorying in the scene of nature before she asks what's on his mind and he turns his brown and green gaze back to her.
He mulls it over for a moment, collecting the gist of his recent thoughts in his mind and deciding what to say. Finally, he rolls a muscular shoulder and sighs lightly. "I was thinking how quiet it's been here lately. And about change. And what's going to become of the sisters who had once stood so strongly in the Jungle." And whom he thought had rallied here, he doesn't say. Sim doesn't want to bad mouth Naga, will not speak ill of her. But Nayl had asked what was weighing on him, and he finds himself being open and honest with her. Til now he had held her autumn gaze steadily, but then it slides back out to the beach and out once more to the water. His voice gains a bit of weight as he reflects. "This bella costa is a good home for the former Amazons, and we have Naga to thank for it. It's full of potential, I believe, but one it hasn't found. I wonder if our queen was a bit unprepared for the crown." She hasn't failed, as she probably believes, but Naga is inexperienced and unfortunately, it seems to be a hindrance to her rule.
Simeon can't help but wonder how things would be if his mother, Scorch, was still alive today. Perhaps she could have guided her adoptive daughter, his adoptive sister, on the ways of running things. Although, admittedly, the fiery woman could have stirred a lot of things up. It was an amusing thought, one that tweaks one corner of his lips upward before he shakes it loose. He wonders how she and Hestoni would have handled the Reckoning, how they would have liked the coastline carved for them by Beqanna herself. Unfortunately, he would probably never know. With a deep inhale, he returns his attention back to the woman before him. She seems strong, fierce and willful. Perhaps just the one Nerine needed to make it great. "What will you do if you win the crown, signora?" He finds himself asking, because he can fight the curiosity no longer.
"It truly is." He responds in kind, his smile soft and open, his bicolored eyes warm. Lazily, he swings his marred hindquarters away from her so that he can face her at an angle. She gives her name and the bay roan dips his handsome head to her, respectful as always. "Buongiorno, Nayl. It is good to finally meet you in person. I am Simeon." His tones are smooth, masculine and deep, Italian accent giving his words a lilt. Of their own accord, his eyes travel over her frame. The lovely contrast of smokey black meeting patches of white over lush curves of muscle and bone. It is a quick once-over, one that ends with him looking at her face. Both feminine softness and fierce edges, with fiery amber eyes to top it off. He has scented her before, more than a few times, maybe even before the reckoning, though now he can put a face and a name to it. They are both from the Jungle, both residents of Nerine, but he knows he would remember her if they'd ever met prior to this.
Everything about her draws him in, but he is careful not to let it show on his face. He senses she is not the most comfortable around him, and he couldn't have her thinking that the stallion before her was a mindless buffoon who only thought with one area of his body. Sim has experienced attraction before, knows how to resist temptation. Respect first, always. Even if she is quite possibly one of the most striking and beautiful mares he has laid eyes on. The flapping of wings off to the side, back over the ocean, draws his attention away from her, a welcome distraction as he locates the same pelican she watches catching its breakfast and then sweeping off in the distance. He, like her, follows its direction until it almost disappears from view, glorying in the scene of nature before she asks what's on his mind and he turns his brown and green gaze back to her.
He mulls it over for a moment, collecting the gist of his recent thoughts in his mind and deciding what to say. Finally, he rolls a muscular shoulder and sighs lightly. "I was thinking how quiet it's been here lately. And about change. And what's going to become of the sisters who had once stood so strongly in the Jungle." And whom he thought had rallied here, he doesn't say. Sim doesn't want to bad mouth Naga, will not speak ill of her. But Nayl had asked what was weighing on him, and he finds himself being open and honest with her. Til now he had held her autumn gaze steadily, but then it slides back out to the beach and out once more to the water. His voice gains a bit of weight as he reflects. "This bella costa is a good home for the former Amazons, and we have Naga to thank for it. It's full of potential, I believe, but one it hasn't found. I wonder if our queen was a bit unprepared for the crown." She hasn't failed, as she probably believes, but Naga is inexperienced and unfortunately, it seems to be a hindrance to her rule.
Simeon can't help but wonder how things would be if his mother, Scorch, was still alive today. Perhaps she could have guided her adoptive daughter, his adoptive sister, on the ways of running things. Although, admittedly, the fiery woman could have stirred a lot of things up. It was an amusing thought, one that tweaks one corner of his lips upward before he shakes it loose. He wonders how she and Hestoni would have handled the Reckoning, how they would have liked the coastline carved for them by Beqanna herself. Unfortunately, he would probably never know. With a deep inhale, he returns his attention back to the woman before him. She seems strong, fierce and willful. Perhaps just the one Nerine needed to make it great. "What will you do if you win the crown, signora?" He finds himself asking, because he can fight the curiosity no longer.
as the grasses grow, so will I go…
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
Appaaaaarently, Sim finds her verrry attractive looool. XD fun and unexpected. Luckily, he's a very well behaved man. Also, sorry for the novel ._.