08-15-2019, 11:18 AM
He is all horse today, aside the leathery wings folded demurely by his sides. Why draw unneeded attention when he is here to watch? Still, there is only so much that can be done to hide his nature, and where the sun lights on his coat, colors fracture outward. He is a beacon in any setting.
Only a matter of moments pass before he is approached, but it is not by one he would have pegged to be so bold. A young mare, little more than a child, in colors that shift from blue to grey to silver. She eyes him with doubt, and he doesn't miss the mercurial way her irises shift. His own mismatched eyes glow softly in recognition. At her soft greeting, the older beast smiles half heartedly. "Hello Cyprin," he nods his head in greeting. "I think it might be beginning to." He responds, deeply hoping it's truth he speaks.
In curiosity, his gaze follows the blue filly's to where it falls on his own pelt. Her assertion that he's "pretty" draws a more sincere smile to his solemn expression, and even something resembling a hoarse laugh.
"Yeah, it kinda is, huh? Nothing to yours though." He indicated the deep colors that shone across the girl, now even across her eyes. The eyes, they really were something. A trait he knows, even if indirectly. His own eyes don't shift with his moods, simply glow when the dragonfire inside burns especially bright. There is something there, he knows it. But she has not pried into his life, so he will follow suit. Perhaps patience has finally found him.
Instead, he looked around, and noted no similarly toned creatures. "Is your family near? Or is this a yearling's adventure, seeking your own fortune?" Tana had fond memories of he and his twins' own forays off island, once they deemed themselves too old to be contained by its limits any longer. Restlessness seemed a natural part of growing up, and she had the look to her.
@[Cyprin]
Only a matter of moments pass before he is approached, but it is not by one he would have pegged to be so bold. A young mare, little more than a child, in colors that shift from blue to grey to silver. She eyes him with doubt, and he doesn't miss the mercurial way her irises shift. His own mismatched eyes glow softly in recognition. At her soft greeting, the older beast smiles half heartedly. "Hello Cyprin," he nods his head in greeting. "I think it might be beginning to." He responds, deeply hoping it's truth he speaks.
In curiosity, his gaze follows the blue filly's to where it falls on his own pelt. Her assertion that he's "pretty" draws a more sincere smile to his solemn expression, and even something resembling a hoarse laugh.
"Yeah, it kinda is, huh? Nothing to yours though." He indicated the deep colors that shone across the girl, now even across her eyes. The eyes, they really were something. A trait he knows, even if indirectly. His own eyes don't shift with his moods, simply glow when the dragonfire inside burns especially bright. There is something there, he knows it. But she has not pried into his life, so he will follow suit. Perhaps patience has finally found him.
Instead, he looked around, and noted no similarly toned creatures. "Is your family near? Or is this a yearling's adventure, seeking your own fortune?" Tana had fond memories of he and his twins' own forays off island, once they deemed themselves too old to be contained by its limits any longer. Restlessness seemed a natural part of growing up, and she had the look to her.
@[Cyprin]