11-20-2016, 06:35 PM
He was edgy. He hadn't seen the child Lanora. She was gone. He hadn't found Josie. Although he was tempted to visit his only friend, he held to his duties and searched tirelessly for his dark beauties. He was responsible for them. How could they just disappear? It wasn't until months later of tracking and hunting for them that he forced himself to seek one not as difficult to find.
Like a shadow among this unending darkness of trees, he moved silently. He'd found her minutes ago, but all he could do was stand and stare. She was larger, wider. Still very pregnant. And yet, so beautiful in her odd, fiery way. There always seemed to be a stubborn stiffness in her spine, a defiant little gleam in her eyes. He didn't think he'd normally find those thing attractive, and yet here he was staring rudely despite knowing she belonged to another.
He wouldn't act on it, of course. If he was anything it was honorable. Often too much so.
Arrya.. he finally greeted smoothly, a familiar smirk quirking his lips. It always seemed to come out around her, as though ready for her insults and barbs. Even without them, he was never disappointed in their meetings.
Do you require some assistance rolling home? he smarted casually in a well-trained princely tone that would most likely sound entirely normal to anyone else. His dark eyes glittered with amusement as he waited for a reaction, but it wasn't long until his eyes slid down to her belly as it seemed to want to do every time he was near her.
He stared a little too intently. Was he waiting for the light show? He wasn't sure, he only knew he wanted to feel this time. Her child had been too small for him to share her moment of baby-fluttering. Josie hadn't been around to test that feeling-thing on, and he'd never been around any other pregnant mares.
Belatedly, he reluctantly ripped his eyes away and met her gaze again, that teasing smirk lighting his face again.