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06-24-2014, 11:16 AM
Rikyn’s laughter peels out through their words, an innocent melody that rings the more deep seated emotions in the two adults. It doesn’t take long before the boy is prancing and attempting to goad the puppy into his games, but Illynx pays him and the young dog little mind as Ruka turns his head to the sound of her voice and confirms that it truly is the man she had once walked the snows with. The sound of her own name broadens her smile, driving a desire to reach out and touch him with her dark muzzle that is contained just barely behind the dazzling gleam of her golden eyes. That gleam softens as she sees the moisture collect across the stallion’s green gaze, her brows folding ever so slightly and legs stepping closer to him. She pauses as he vocalizes the emotions that fill him, at least slightly, feeling her smile soften across her lips as she tilts her head slightly at the once lost Ruka. "It is good to see you well. Has the road been kind to you on your ventures?" she asks, glancing over at the puppy and deciding that, surely, it had been; the companion is quite young, to be sure, but such a blessing is one that most yearn for many years and some never attain. The coyote pup is cute, and not magical as Irelyn or the dragons she has begrudgingly known in her years, but he is suitable for Ruka, she decides. Returning her focuses to the stallion, she smiles in good humor at the playful game between her son and the young dog (Rikyn having decided upon a tactic of lunging forward and lowering his head in the motion with forelimbs splayed, then rearing up swiftly and pirouetting away from the pup). "He is new. What have you called him?" There was a river once, with many round stones enchanted by shallow hopes of embracing the ocean; water is peculiar this way, how its life is a line that cannot bend or change without the approval of its bed. |
