The day ambled on over the snow specked expanse. It seemed to leave the contrasted pair behind, ignoring the dangerous game they played. The golden stallion had not been in Helovia long enough to know of any herds but the Throat. He did not stop to wonder what the political situations in the new land were. This vital information would likely find him already falling for the inky Unicorn.

Leander's expression continued to warm as Faelene seemed to understand his nervousness completely. He had half expected her to think he held the experience against her whole kind entirely. Something about the mare attracted him unlike any other he'd met, and he did not want her to be frightened of him. Luckily, she seemed to have no problem giving him at least a fraction of her trust. Out of curiousity, the tawny stag questioned with slight concern in his eyes. "Have you ever had any problems with my kind?" The mere thought of her being hurt by anyone, especially by a fellow pegasus, made his chest tighten. He had always felt a natural inclination to protect females, and anyone in general need of help, really. But for her the desire was already stronger. He was undeniable starting to develop feelings for an almost complete stranger. A soft, pained sigh escaped his muzzle. The recklessness of the situation was frustrating, but there was nothing to be done about it. His heart was winning the rest of him over, and it wouldn't allow for him to do the rational thing and just spread his wings and fly away. Though he would have to go back to the Throat at some point..

The blackened girl's next words changed the course of his whirling thoughts. Before he could open his mouth to respond, her velvet nose touched his. Accompanied by Faelene's laughter, the playful gesture put a grin across his features. It was a smile that faded quickly, however, as his next words were spoken with seriousness. "I've never found anyone as beautiful as you before." Gold eyes sparkled at her with heightened intensity. His breath caught in his throat as her midnight body slipped closer to his. Slowly, he motioned to brush his soft lips along her neck. It was as if he had forgotten all about the frightening dagger on her brow. "I hope so." Rich tones breathed. Stocky pillars moved his tanned body gently against her side. One massive wing lifted, letting downy under-feathers stroke the ebony mare's back.