05-10-2017, 04:54 PM
His darkness drips across the pristine white and smoky edges of the queen. He remains quiet as he takes her side, mercury eyes possessing her form for only a moment before he looks out to the faces (some old and some new) to memorize those who answer Nayl's call. Lior remains suspicious but he is willing to see through whatever the painted queen had in mind.
He does not care if they recognize him, balk at him, or embrace him. The stallion is the queensguard above almost all else. Steel gaze slips to watch their spirited child. A smile touches his lips at the sight of his happy boy, his heart flitting in the wave of pride that washes over him. Lior remains quiet, letting Nayl speak (she was always much better at conversation than he would ever be) and so he remains like a dark shadow at her side, watching and listening.
He does not care if they recognize him, balk at him, or embrace him. The stallion is the queensguard above almost all else. Steel gaze slips to watch their spirited child. A smile touches his lips at the sight of his happy boy, his heart flitting in the wave of pride that washes over him. Lior remains quiet, letting Nayl speak (she was always much better at conversation than he would ever be) and so he remains like a dark shadow at her side, watching and listening.
I want you to remember
sorry this is so short! just wanted to get something up so if anyone wanted to meet the ole sport.