He watches intently at her reaction to him - gauging in the brief seconds he has before her face falls into a softness that brings a half-smile to his indigo mouth. He has not witnessed much in his youth, but he has at least the notion to be wary of mysterious girls in the dark; it is easy enough to assume she is how she appears, but with Skandar that is never the case, and he wonders if that is what he has come across. He snorts softly, warm air dispelling from his nostrils in a cloud of vapor, still unsure if he has come across a poised viper or a frightened doe.
Skandar matches the tilt of her head, his own intense orange eyes meeting hers without waver. The nameless girl steps towards him, pieces of what he assumes to be bone glinting dully in the low levels of light. The soft brown of her gaze holds him completely without hesitation, almost as if she may be searching for something more in their burning depths. His smile quirks with a thought of his own, his own pulse quickening as he realizes that she cannot begin to imagine what burns like embers at the back of his eyes.
There is no inkling of her presence forcing his hand (not yet) for he is a rather forthcoming individual who finds no reason in hiding anything.
The ice-covered colt purses his lips, the crystalline of his mouth crackling from the movement. “Have you not seen yourself?” Skandar’s breath hitches as he pauses, briefly considering sprouting the same pieces of armor that she wears across her body - to mirror her before her very eyes. He decides not to (not yet) and instead sheds the ice from his skin with a gentle toss of his head. His once frosted skin peels and flutters as if shaking the ice from each piece of him, before settling into the deep swirling of indigo, orange, and violet.
“You’re an enigma if I’ve ever seen one.” A smile, warm yet elusive.
“I’m Skandar.”
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