05-13-2017, 02:21 PM
He knows to follow her by the way she tilts her head. Loyal and trusting, he follows along with silver eyes never leaving the sight of his woman and child. Silently, he is thankful for the disbursement of horses after the meeting. There had been a thick ache in his chest to hold her close, bury his face in the silk of her mane, braid her hair with his words.
But that would have to wait. He would always wait for her.
Heavy hooves thud the ground behind them as his silver eyes watch the boy risk a glance at the dark man. Nayl's careful eye catches this and he can see how her mouth curves in a disapproving frown. Lior can not stifle the small chuckle that even surprises him a bit. But in only a few more heartbeats that he is stopping with the painted pair. Lior remains quiet as he choses to let Nayl speak, watching the boy's expression as she introduces them. (The dark stallion feels terrible that it should have to be this way.)
His hardened expression melts away with a smile as the dark stallion take a hesitant step forward and dipping his head low with an extended nose. Lior would allow his son (his son!) to near him, his expression gentled with forward ears. "Hello Castile, my boy." The voice that speaks is unlike any Lior had used before. It is soft and low, speaking easily to the painted colt. Lior wants to scoop him up, cradle the colt and his mother and never let them go. He wants nothing more than to be surrounded by them for all of eternity but first thing is first and he must befriend his child and that would most likely take some time.
But that would have to wait. He would always wait for her.
Heavy hooves thud the ground behind them as his silver eyes watch the boy risk a glance at the dark man. Nayl's careful eye catches this and he can see how her mouth curves in a disapproving frown. Lior can not stifle the small chuckle that even surprises him a bit. But in only a few more heartbeats that he is stopping with the painted pair. Lior remains quiet as he choses to let Nayl speak, watching the boy's expression as she introduces them. (The dark stallion feels terrible that it should have to be this way.)
His hardened expression melts away with a smile as the dark stallion take a hesitant step forward and dipping his head low with an extended nose. Lior would allow his son (his son!) to near him, his expression gentled with forward ears. "Hello Castile, my boy." The voice that speaks is unlike any Lior had used before. It is soft and low, speaking easily to the painted colt. Lior wants to scoop him up, cradle the colt and his mother and never let them go. He wants nothing more than to be surrounded by them for all of eternity but first thing is first and he must befriend his child and that would most likely take some time.
I want you to remember