"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Laurelin had been joking, mostly, so he feels a little bad when the filly doesn’t immediately laugh at his wit. Isn’t that what fillies were supposed to do? Maybe he had done a bad job at being charming. He’s half-listening, half-thinking about how he can up the wow factor when he’s already rather stunning as she explains that the sun makes it hard for her to see. He twists his head to narrow those bright blue eyes up at where the sun was hiding behind some clouds, as though thinking he’d like to have words with that celestial body. “That’s not very nice of it, to mess with your sight and all.”
His mind is still attempting to work out a solution when he looks back to the girl so his face his furrowed but it brightens into a smile quickly. “Well I guess that means we need to hang out until the sun sets. You know, so you can properly admire me.” All of this said matter-of-factly, because obviously this was the issue that needed to be solved and look - he solved it!
The fact that she had bumped into him just moments ago has already been forgotten and forgiven.
Laurelin’s dark head tilts to the side as he regards her now, without the distraction of his own thoughts. “Do you glow at night too? You look like you’d glow.”
