12-04-2017, 09:35 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Time seems to pass slow, almost like molasses, as the gilded Akhal-Teke ventures closer and closer to the crimson-eyed mare. Not often do visitors find Hyaline just at the cusp of darkness and the last few that have done so have not arrived with the most positive of intentions, but this sabino mare before him gives Amet an entirely differently feeling. She pulls him in like the tide, a golden moth to red-eyed flame, and he instinctively tucks his maw to his narrow chest to make the scales that cascade down his neck gleam beneath the fiery sky.
Another moment passes, and then two, as her gaze averts. He would think that she may be avoiding his advances if it weren't for the smile that widened on her lips and he feels good, his confidence growing, albeit minimally, as he inquires innocently of her reason for being here. Her gaze returns, peering at him through a thick ebony forelock, and his breath catches. Beautiful, he nearly whispers, but she has found her voice and he a wider grin.
Her statement catches him off guard and the Akhal-Teke draws nearer to her, though part of him urges for more space ─ how? He clears his throat awkwardly, fingers grasping for straws as his confidence threatens to ebb away. But her laughter is warm and it coaxes him from the shell that threatens to ensconce him. "Eione," he finally whispers by way of intrigued greeting, his muzzle tempted to reach out and touch the sabino mare who has so suddenly and unexpectedly electrified him.
"Solace is the daughter of a very good friend," the gilded stallion offers to Eione, though he feels the need to elaborate more. As if he needs to explain that Solace is not a romantic partner. His thoughts flick to Ciri and his shell threatens to close around him again ─ Amet pushes it down, willing himself to concentrate on the crimson-eyed Eione, to not shy away from whatever effect she has on him. "She is the new Caretaker of Hyaline. My successor."
He pauses, leather-plated head tilting to the side slightly. "How did you know I am Amet?" He forgets that he only recently abdicated, that there are other lands in Beqanna that know him, or of him ─ he cannot remember much of anything, though, with his amber eyes locked onto Eione's with a new and unfamiliar primal feeling.
Amet
@[Eione]