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The rumbling voice of Caleb seems to surprise the skittish mare, causing her to spin to face him, eyes falling on him then his hound. He eyes her himself, taking note of her proud horn aureate eyes. Cloven hoof rests on a cloven tip, exuding a relaxed aura. His ears twitch forwards, her words filtering into his dark ears. Eden, she begins. In the folds of his mind, Caleb places the word paradise with eden. Is there a specific meaning behind her name? With curiosity peaked, he continues to listen. You have wings and a horn. How? His head rises upwards, a deep laugh escaping his velvet lips. Words continue tumbling from her lips, questioning the bitch by his side, her training, and then his origins. Silently, he notes that her questions are scattered, not following one chain of thought, but many. "Well met, Eden," he begins, rich voice velvet from his lips. "You ask many questions. Let's play a sort of," pausing for a moment, he seems deep in though, conjuring up an idea in his mind. "Game," he finishes. "You can ask me one question, then I'll ask you one." A negotiation of sorts. For Eden to acquire the answers she seeks, she'll have to answer a few of his own questions. "To answer your first question, I'm a hybrid. Half pegasus, half unicorn. Composed by horses of different species." The answer is sufficient, he believes, so he begins to think of what question he desired to ask.
Misty breath clouds by his nostrils with each exhale. His eyes glanced around the cave momentarily before focusing once more on her. Henrietta moves to lay down at the side of the cave, her back pressed against the walls as her eyes shut and she drifts off into a peaceful sleep. Still focused solely on Eden, he voiced his question. "What herd do you live in?" If she answered truthfully, perhaps then, Caleb would be pleased to have met another Basin horse. And then perhaps he'd follow up with a question about her rank or something similar. In all honesty, the stallion just wanted a calm conversation, one that wasn't heated with sexual tension. He didn't want to flirt or seduce. He wanted to be himself, even though on some deep and quiet level, he is scared of himself.
Misty breath clouds by his nostrils with each exhale. His eyes glanced around the cave momentarily before focusing once more on her. Henrietta moves to lay down at the side of the cave, her back pressed against the walls as her eyes shut and she drifts off into a peaceful sleep. Still focused solely on Eden, he voiced his question. "What herd do you live in?" If she answered truthfully, perhaps then, Caleb would be pleased to have met another Basin horse. And then perhaps he'd follow up with a question about her rank or something similar. In all honesty, the stallion just wanted a calm conversation, one that wasn't heated with sexual tension. He didn't want to flirt or seduce. He wanted to be himself, even though on some deep and quiet level, he is scared of himself.
he's a dark road with lots of dangerous curves,
but when the sun goes down he's one hell of a ride
but when the sun goes down he's one hell of a ride
