07-22-2018, 02:13 AM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
Speaking of personal troubles - as long as he was staying in Beqanna it seemed they would catch up to him. Especially the troubles who turned out to be living, breathing and walking horses.
While Roseen reverted to the cuteness of her own stammers and probably blushes that were hidden under her dark coated face, he only smiled, but nodded more seriously when she told him she didn’t know much but might like a home. At this point, he quickly went over Beqanna’s kingdoms in his head; his own brothers in Ischia would not make her feel at home, Loess was a kingdom for hire which she did not seem to be the type for, Nerine... well possibly, but she seemed so shy he thought she might get overrun there. Unless she strengthened herself like Breckin but, did he want to go there and let her ruin her innocence so quickly? Besides - if he was fair with himself it might be better for him if Roseen and Breckin never met, should he want to take this budding crush any way forward from here. Hyaline or Tephra then. Sylva was out of the question of course. He was just about to open his mouth and ask her if she preferred heat or cold, when a dapple grey stallion greeted him way too jovially.
His brow raised, and he mouthed the word ‘buddy’ with a questioning look to the stallion. But either he did not see it or chose to ignore it, the man continuing to talk to Roseen and call Loess the best place for her. The roaning stallion chuckled low then, a bit humourless to one paying close attention, but not unkindly. ”I’m so glad to see you try out a normal way of recruiting, instead of stealing the horse in question, Arthas.” he acknowledged the man with a small nod mockingly, before continuing. ”But Roseen-for-hire doesn’t seem to fit in my mind, Arthas, as much as I do appreciate the Wolfbane kid. Loess is pretty though. It’s worth a visit.” he told the sooty bay mare honestly. Hot springs, hills, and green expanses of grass, the land was definitely worth it. But it would mean for her to toughen up and be easy on who’s a friend and who’s an enemy which as he had come to understand could change seasonally in Wolfbane’s new kingdom concept. That’s something he wasn’t sure was a Roseen thing since she seemed a little naive, but maybe he could be wrong.
But oh, yes. The troubles of a handsome stallion in his prime. Besides having to put up with the once-king of Loess who had seemed fit to steal him - which had caused strife between Loess on one side and the front of Ischia and Nerine on the other, which Leilan had felt really bad about even if it really wasn’t his fault - because there had been nothing wrong with Loess other than that they had let the Sylvans roam freely through it, the way he saw it. That time was over now with Arthas appointing Bane to rule so, that had finally set Leilan truly free.
Besides Arthas then - there was still Breckin. Joyful, sweet Breckin. Although he’d never tell her that, because she wanted to be a tough lady (or that was what he assumed anyway). She’d always find a way up his mind, even if he tried to put her in a dark corner to forget about her. Somehow that just never really worked out long.
Speak of the devil and you’re stepping on his tail. Think of it and he shall appear. To be frank, he thought often about the spotted mare but, always suppressed that. Replacing her with the next best thing, a flirt here, a touch there (even going so far as fathering a foal, but, he doesn’t know yet) - all substitutes for the real thing, because the real thing was something he could not have.
Because she’d walked out on him with that sad smile. Meaning she really did not want him to follow, not this time, and so he was rooted to the ground until way too long after she was out of sight. No way to mend, well, whatever it was that needed mending because she hadn’t explained that either.
When one of your problems presented itself it usually did not come alone, so, ta-daa, excellent timing, there she was. He had been caught up with talking to Arthas and Roseen enough not to immediately notice her scent, and with the pebble striking him from one side, he pranced two steps in the other direction with a snort, his head turned slightly but seeing no-one there.
But his side-steps had brought him painfully close to the warmth of her skin when she stepped forward on his other side. Wide-eyed, he stepped back the other way, a little ways further than he had been before as if she’d been electrically charged. His ears flicked, attention fully on the one girl he thought he might be imagining, ignoring Roseen and Arthas. He didn’t register all that she said, but caught the word Nerine and then his earlier tease of a nice view nicely backfired at him. The only good thing - had he been thinking on it - in this situatoin was that in the very least she would still call him handsome.
Trouble is, that just wasn’t enough any more, coming from her.
But he’s too caught up processing the whole idea of Breckin is standing here that he has completely shut down and doesn’t have a response, and ignores all else in the world around him.
While Roseen reverted to the cuteness of her own stammers and probably blushes that were hidden under her dark coated face, he only smiled, but nodded more seriously when she told him she didn’t know much but might like a home. At this point, he quickly went over Beqanna’s kingdoms in his head; his own brothers in Ischia would not make her feel at home, Loess was a kingdom for hire which she did not seem to be the type for, Nerine... well possibly, but she seemed so shy he thought she might get overrun there. Unless she strengthened herself like Breckin but, did he want to go there and let her ruin her innocence so quickly? Besides - if he was fair with himself it might be better for him if Roseen and Breckin never met, should he want to take this budding crush any way forward from here. Hyaline or Tephra then. Sylva was out of the question of course. He was just about to open his mouth and ask her if she preferred heat or cold, when a dapple grey stallion greeted him way too jovially.
His brow raised, and he mouthed the word ‘buddy’ with a questioning look to the stallion. But either he did not see it or chose to ignore it, the man continuing to talk to Roseen and call Loess the best place for her. The roaning stallion chuckled low then, a bit humourless to one paying close attention, but not unkindly. ”I’m so glad to see you try out a normal way of recruiting, instead of stealing the horse in question, Arthas.” he acknowledged the man with a small nod mockingly, before continuing. ”But Roseen-for-hire doesn’t seem to fit in my mind, Arthas, as much as I do appreciate the Wolfbane kid. Loess is pretty though. It’s worth a visit.” he told the sooty bay mare honestly. Hot springs, hills, and green expanses of grass, the land was definitely worth it. But it would mean for her to toughen up and be easy on who’s a friend and who’s an enemy which as he had come to understand could change seasonally in Wolfbane’s new kingdom concept. That’s something he wasn’t sure was a Roseen thing since she seemed a little naive, but maybe he could be wrong.
But oh, yes. The troubles of a handsome stallion in his prime. Besides having to put up with the once-king of Loess who had seemed fit to steal him - which had caused strife between Loess on one side and the front of Ischia and Nerine on the other, which Leilan had felt really bad about even if it really wasn’t his fault - because there had been nothing wrong with Loess other than that they had let the Sylvans roam freely through it, the way he saw it. That time was over now with Arthas appointing Bane to rule so, that had finally set Leilan truly free.
Besides Arthas then - there was still Breckin. Joyful, sweet Breckin. Although he’d never tell her that, because she wanted to be a tough lady (or that was what he assumed anyway). She’d always find a way up his mind, even if he tried to put her in a dark corner to forget about her. Somehow that just never really worked out long.
Speak of the devil and you’re stepping on his tail. Think of it and he shall appear. To be frank, he thought often about the spotted mare but, always suppressed that. Replacing her with the next best thing, a flirt here, a touch there (even going so far as fathering a foal, but, he doesn’t know yet) - all substitutes for the real thing, because the real thing was something he could not have.
Because she’d walked out on him with that sad smile. Meaning she really did not want him to follow, not this time, and so he was rooted to the ground until way too long after she was out of sight. No way to mend, well, whatever it was that needed mending because she hadn’t explained that either.
When one of your problems presented itself it usually did not come alone, so, ta-daa, excellent timing, there she was. He had been caught up with talking to Arthas and Roseen enough not to immediately notice her scent, and with the pebble striking him from one side, he pranced two steps in the other direction with a snort, his head turned slightly but seeing no-one there.
But his side-steps had brought him painfully close to the warmth of her skin when she stepped forward on his other side. Wide-eyed, he stepped back the other way, a little ways further than he had been before as if she’d been electrically charged. His ears flicked, attention fully on the one girl he thought he might be imagining, ignoring Roseen and Arthas. He didn’t register all that she said, but caught the word Nerine and then his earlier tease of a nice view nicely backfired at him. The only good thing - had he been thinking on it - in this situatoin was that in the very least she would still call him handsome.
Trouble is, that just wasn’t enough any more, coming from her.
But he’s too caught up processing the whole idea of Breckin is standing here that he has completely shut down and doesn’t have a response, and ignores all else in the world around him.
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Roseen] @[Arthas] @[Breckin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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