07-22-2017, 03:36 AM
Lior stands paitently waiting for ehr reply. She is a sorry looking creature, beaten down by the world's disappointment and failed heartfelt incantations. Lior is not a stranger to such things and so there is an essence of sympathy that lay deep inside the inky chest but he mourns for the childhood lost not the dun before him. The tall man rests with a look of placid solitude across his feature till he catches the tangle of world. "Nerine is led by Nayl and home to many horses. She built the land herself." Lior would always give the painted queen the credit she deserved.
He shifts his weight, the large shoulders rolling as pewter eyes glance around him. The sound of newly birthed foals makes him think of his own children and wanting to return to Nerine after this conversation proved it's outcome. 'You are welcome to form your own opinions." He adds with a slight tip of his head with features remaining undisturbed. As the mare approaches Lior remains rooted. he did not care for the closeness of the approach but would allow it for the time being. The large male stiffens slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening in response.
He shifts his weight, the large shoulders rolling as pewter eyes glance around him. The sound of newly birthed foals makes him think of his own children and wanting to return to Nerine after this conversation proved it's outcome. 'You are welcome to form your own opinions." He adds with a slight tip of his head with features remaining undisturbed. As the mare approaches Lior remains rooted. he did not care for the closeness of the approach but would allow it for the time being. The large male stiffens slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening in response.
I want you to remember