If the Crown Fits
Our past should never define our future, he wants to say. But before the words escape him she is offering her condolences. Mawing at his silver tresses. Whispering kind words into his blackened ears. Chuckling as she agrees to her humor with a wink.
They move on quickly. Why dwell on the past... Her playfulness does not go unnoticed and for once in his life he feels relaxed enough to enjoy the happenings around him. She leads and he follows. Scoping out the surroundings near her cavern. A variety of flora litter the terrain in a wide variety of colors and shapes. It's weird how he's never noticed them before but he did grow up in a wasteland. She shuffles here and there smelling the sweet aromas. Icey blue eyes watch curiously as she moves from bud to bud. He smiles as she takes in another before releasing a girly sneeze. A humored laugh escapes him. As she looks to him with emerald eyes he steps forwards. She had not seen him pluck a vibrant dahlia from the land. Held between his lips he raises his muzzle to her poll. Sweeping a tangle of chestnut aside to place the flower within her flowing locks. Aren't they beautiful, she asks. His lips sliding down her neck from where he had placed the gift, "I can not say they are the only beautiful thing in the field today." His eyes find hers, removing his muzzle from her flesh. Gauging her reaction to his advancements. If he had gone too far or not far enough...
OOC: For visual sake he puts the flower in her mane not forelock(between her ears). XD
Imperial
@[Kuma]