déodat,
The solitude was shattered by another figure off in the distance. Indigo eyes flickered over to the familiar face. What was the filly’s name, Frost Fyre? Yes, that seemed right. The Blood Prince remembered her as the oversensitive filly. Curious that she would even bother stop and watch him after the previous offense he had somehow caused. For the time being, he ceased his digging and watched the mare right back. Then something else moved and his gaze immediately flashed toward it. Before he knew what had happened, the odd little deer creature tripped into the snow. From its mouth came a loud wail, and slowly the Blood Prince walked over to it just as the filly did and examined it.
“Being a bit dramatic aren’t we?” He said to the deer, not sure whether it would understand him or not. When the spotted filly came over, he caught the way the deer nipped at her tail, and the Blood Prince shook his head “Now there’s no need to be a brat.” Was he so desperate for company that he would stoop as low as to conversing to a creature that wouldn’t even understand him? Then the filly spoke and his eyes drifted up to her. “It’s fine. Perhaps in time he will grow and get better control of those legs of his.” There was gentle intent, but that hardness that was set in his voice just wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried.
He fell silent and his gaze shifted back up to the filly and studied her face intensely, and his gaze only briefly went over the rest of her body. Déodat never had put much focus on the bodies of mares and prided himself on the fact he was no playboy. Let other stallions toy with the hearts of mares, he believed life for him would be one without the affection of a mare, and that never had bothered him much. Friendship was more than enough for him.
For a brief moment the Blood Prince considered asking why she had left without a reason, and even caused his dear friend to be quite upset. Then he remembered his own words, this filly was still young and could very well once again get offended, and not that it bothered him all that much he was just quite in the mood or conversation. “Your name is… Frost Fyre correct?” He asked, “And your bonded is… Altistair… No, Altair?” Despite how little he had cared for the filly, he was still rather pleased with his ability to remember both of the creature’s names. Especially after their first encounter being rather negative at least on the filly’s part, Déodat had grown to feel completely indifferent toward the girl. “What brings you up and about so early in the morning?” Even when he tried to sound cordial he sounded grumpy. That might be something worth working on.
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