09-27-2018, 10:16 PM
i'm the king of nothing at all
you're my queen of nothing at all
”Sunday. Pleased to meet you.” Replied the red stallion, charmed by the simple, strange sweetness of the bay arabian who he was still a bit puzzled by. He too admires her trail of flowers once more. ”It is. Made lovelier with your attention.” The words were kind and his tone was impressed rather than flirtatious, though that inflection would not have been unlike him. He doesn’t let his man brain detract from his genuine interest in her gift. Darrow hasn’t had much exposure to magics of any kind. He is just a strange red beast who has stumbled into a world where for once he is altogether average. Well, still incredibly striking and handsome, but not weird. ”Thank you, Sunday. I’m pretty fond of it myself. It wasn’t a usual shade where I came from.” Not that it had ever bothered him to be different, in fact it had served him well as a strutting youth eager to be a distracting pain in the ass. The chestnut eyed stallion studies Sunday again, flashing a smile. ”I’m new to Beqanna but I have already met some interesting folk. You seem like a native though. Have you always lived here?” He moves a little closer to inspect a black-eyed susan that bloomed brightly near her, but remains a polite conversational distance. A bumblebee wobbles over to bump against the bridge of his nose and Darrow shakes his head, snorting gently. Those damn bees had all these flowers and still had to check if he was one.
Darrow
@[Sunday] She loves color so I brought her my red pony.