12-02-2016, 10:15 PM
Dahmer has sunken into a gentle daydream while he pauses to appreciate the warmth of Tephra. It clings to his black frame comfortably and a contented sigh escapes the stallion's ajar lips. It's in this position that the mare finds him, and it takes a long moment for him to notice there is someone approaching. His blue eyes flutter open at the sound of her nearing hoofsteps, ears rocking in the direction of the stranger as her soft voice dissolves the previous silence.
He offers a lazy grin in response to her pretty smile, his narrow head lowering slightly in a polite greeting to the feathered mare. The blue-eyed beast finds himself thinking that he'd made the right choice in visiting Tephra, if this was the welcoming wagon. "Lucrezia, it's a pleasure to meet you," the warmth in his voice matches hers, "my name is Dahmer."
After his introduction, he falls silent and moves his gaze to inspect the sabino's frame, particularly the feathers that make up her elegant-looking mane and tail. He finds that he's speaking again, his usual reservations diminished while he takes the time to enjoy the heat, "I hope you don't mind me saying... your feathers are very striking on you." The statement is casual and friendly, floating from his lips as if this wasn't the first time he was meeting the lady. His ears are pricked forward to point in Lucrezia's direction, awaiting her response, while his blue eyes search her face for any change in expression. His forwardness had been misinterpreted on occasion, and Dahmer had learned to watch for the warning signs. So far, he seemed to be safe.
"Have you lived in Tephra long? I happened to meet Magnus back in the Field," he cocks his head to motion towards the mingle land, "I was a sucker as soon as he said volcano and no snow."
He offers a lazy grin in response to her pretty smile, his narrow head lowering slightly in a polite greeting to the feathered mare. The blue-eyed beast finds himself thinking that he'd made the right choice in visiting Tephra, if this was the welcoming wagon. "Lucrezia, it's a pleasure to meet you," the warmth in his voice matches hers, "my name is Dahmer."
After his introduction, he falls silent and moves his gaze to inspect the sabino's frame, particularly the feathers that make up her elegant-looking mane and tail. He finds that he's speaking again, his usual reservations diminished while he takes the time to enjoy the heat, "I hope you don't mind me saying... your feathers are very striking on you." The statement is casual and friendly, floating from his lips as if this wasn't the first time he was meeting the lady. His ears are pricked forward to point in Lucrezia's direction, awaiting her response, while his blue eyes search her face for any change in expression. His forwardness had been misinterpreted on occasion, and Dahmer had learned to watch for the warning signs. So far, he seemed to be safe.
"Have you lived in Tephra long? I happened to meet Magnus back in the Field," he cocks his head to motion towards the mingle land, "I was a sucker as soon as he said volcano and no snow."