[open] Down by the river in the full moonlight || Drustan, Any ||

[Drustan]

When she squeals and hopes asides, he playfully follows behind her. “You sure? Your last chance” he teases her with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. He does not follow her movement for more than a couple of steps, and his game of chase is long forgotten when she tells him about the scales. Drustan did expect her to move at his nudge, but finds himself puzzled as she stands frozen and suddenly all shy.

He cannot help his somewhat hostile reaction. This pale colt, whose presence and aura scream something at him that he cannot yet decipher (danger), has interrupted his time with Adria. And Drustan had quite looked forward to seeing her scales. Santana’s half-hearted reply does not ease him either. His lips part to offer another snarky reply, when a blast of air hits them.

Puzzled he blinks his sapphire eyes a couple of times, his gaze slowly finding Adria to look at her both surprised and amazed, his ears now pinned forward. Santana beats him to it by replying first, agreeing to play nice if Drustan would too, which is met with a shrug of the blue roan colt’s shoulders. “Sure,” he mutters (thinks whatever) eyes still locked on Adria. His next question soon spills from his lips, “How did you do that?” After all, that does interest him much more than her lecture about playing nice.

His horned head tilts as he watches her wobble, reaching out to touch her neck, with the intention of steadying her. He glances at Santana out of the corner of his eyes, but her words soon capture his attention. “You’ll show them?” he asks, perhaps a little too eager. He does not need more encouraging to ‘play nice’ as he follows her to the nearest body of water.

Drustan.

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@[Adria]
@[Santana]