09-14-2017, 07:15 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
There's fire in Ciri's silvery eye that distracts him from the severity of what had happened to Hyaline and instead coaxes him to think about the way her lips curl gently in her frown. His eyes linger for a moment, his own mouth drawn into an amused smirk. "I agree," Amet says with quiet laughter, willing his thoughts not to turn back to Iset or the damage that had been caused.
Ciri's touch is unexpected, leaving the gilded stallion frozen for a fraction of a second. His eyes search hers, watch the way she sheepishly brings her maw back to her chest, before returning to his task with an elevated heart rate. Amet had grown fond of her during her short stint in Hyaline, but it had never crossed his mind that maybe she would see him as more than just a king ruler doing what was right. "Yes, mostly," he responds with a playful wink as he draws the muddy paste over Ciri's dark frame.
"I came to Beqanna when I was two. My younger siblings, Iset and Sakir, followed after me," he says easily, fondness for them evident in his voice, "They're twins. And they're a handful." Iset more so than Sakir, but those are details for another day. He moves to the wide gouge at her shoulder and gently coats it with the healing paste, pausing uncertainly when she inhales sharply. "Sorry," he whispers apologetically before continuing swiftly so he could end her suffering as quickly as possible.
"I arrived here just as the Fairy granted Beqanna more herd lands, so Hyaline has been my home ever since. My end goal is to create a sanctuary-type place for the island's young horses," he gives her a sheepish shrug as he takes a step back to admire his work, though admittedly the added space between them makes him pine to touch her again. "It's been difficult, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'd rather be here than anywhere else. Back in the Dunes, where I'm from... my mother is Queen, but not a kind one."
He sighs quietly, trying to keep the pleasantness on his face as his thoughts turn to the Dunes. "And her partner is worse." Amet lowers himself to the grassy earth beside Ciri and gives her another nudge on her cheek. "Your turn, my dear. Tell me everything."
Amet
@[Ciri]