06-25-2017, 09:38 AM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Appreciative of the overwhelming wisteria scent beneath his tree, Amet inhales deeply as his amber eyes flutter closed. He is comfortable beside Molotov, but not entirely. Her telepathy makes her unpredictable, and while the dragon king finds this mostly intriguing, it still makes him wonder about what she knows, or what she could potentially extract from him or Iset or even Sakir, who tends to be the most levelheaded of the three.
Beside you, of course, she whispers into his mind and the metallic stallion laughs quietly. "I'm not as great as you make me out to be," he whispers in her pricked ear as their warm sides rest against each other. The young king falls silent momentarily, his eyes slipping away from the flame-kissed mare and to the scene before them. Hyaline is beautiful with its multicolored foliage, its lush grasses, and the brilliant blue sky beyond the shale mountain peaks. Amet's heart swells with a mixture of pride and worry.
"Molotov... will you live here with me, in Hyaline?" His amber eyes find the dark mare again, despite the uncertainty that is apparent in his words. "I need others here that I can trust to help protect this home," he nudges her cheek gently with his muzzle before a whispered inquiry falls from his lips, "Can I trust you, Molotov?"
He gives her a few moments to answer while his heart beats rapidly, expectant and scared.
When the silence is broken again, it is only within his head as the mare tucks herself beneath his chin and then is suddenly rocketing from beneath his wisteria tree, her voice playing once more in his head. The gold and bronze stallion laughs happily, his worries forgotten briefly, before taking off after her, his dark hooves planting hard in the earth. The Akhal-Teke's muscles have developed well in his adulthood and they glisten beneath his leather plates as he gallops after Molotov. His svelte frame catches her swiftly and he bucks playfully as they sprint next to each other towards the crystalline lake.
Amet