Loic
It is some time before other sounds disturb the dark stag from his quiet pondering; it is the laughter of a child that brings him back into his headspace. Quickly his ears flick to and fro on top of his heavy crown, and he can hear them in the distance. A child? Out so late, he thinks quietly.
The youngling’s scent rides on the cool air surrounding them, reaching him before her form comes into view. She is full of life, this the stallion is sure of, and he curiously searches with his honeyed eyes. The white layers of snow cushion whatever footsteps she takes so he does not hear what direction she will approach from. But he quickly seeks her out, gentle gaze landing on her light apricot coat. She is young - very young - and he shifts his chest to face her. She offers him a light smile underneath tousled forelock, and he returns it graciously. His golden orbs run along her impressive set of horns that spiral towards the sky; admiring them.
“I see I’m not the only one about tonight,” the girl states unabashedly. A quiet chuckle rumbles from the stallion’s throat, almost impressed at her boldness. “You are right,” his thick voice begins. “Find anything fun around these parts?” He asks with genuine curiosity; he is more than willing to entertain a young one in return for some viable information about the land he currently treks.
“I’m Loic… But you, you can call me Lo,”his rumbling voice is harsh against the silence encompassing the pair, but it is not intimidating. Loic is content around children - they are pure beings (for the most part) who can be great company when approached correctly. The black brute twitches his dark tresses, amber eyes dancing between his new acquaintance and their frigid surroundings. An interesting evening indeed, Loic thinks to himself, a very small grin threatening to pull the corners of his lips.