the secret of our world is written in the stars
The childhood nickname that leaves the ivory lips of his friend brings laughter from Svedka’s chest, and the young stallion throws his head backwards as if in shock. The name hadn’t been said aloud in so long, the sound of it on Smoak’s tongue brought him back to the smoke and ash of Tephra - beneath their parents ever-watchful eyes. He’s happy to see his bone-armored friend, part of him also glad because that meant that Solace had Smoak too. The stallion had always shown a passion and loyalty for his sister, and it makes him smile to know that she would be happy to have them all here, together.
“It was wonderful,” Svedka answers swiftly, his sapphire eyes glistening with memory - the fire dances, the moonlit romps in the grass, the secluded moments with the wild women (and men) of the free fol. “I met many,” he says truthfully, “some that will not easily be forgotten.” His voice is whimsical (and suggestive) and he playfully shoves his pale golden shoulder into Smoak’s alabaster and bone chest, winking childishly. He keeps the details of his manhood a secret, slightly concerned that his adventuring would give Smoak ideas to try out, though he tries to convince himself that thinking that was absurd and he tosses his head to rid himself of it. “You should go! You’d come back with all sorts of charm and confidence that will make you simply irresistable.”
Svedka laughs deeply, the vibrations rumbling in his chest. Once he settles, his cunning blue eyes fixate on his friend. “Tell me; any adventures while I was away?” He pauses, grinning micheviously. “Or are you still playing the game from when we were little? Taking care of the queen?” Eyebrows rise curiously and he presses his lips together accusingly, awaiting the shove or swift kick that would most likely come from Smoak.
Svedka
@[Smoak]