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09-23-2015, 12:27 PM
A smirk graces his dark lips, drawn out by her sarcastic response to his earlier remark about her not being a bird; the child had a sense of humor and one he could appreciate. He rolls his eyes with the same gusto as she had shown, a dry “Ha ha, very funny,” rolling off his tongue with ease. Her playfulness wins over what is left of his youth and the chestnut feels a stab of pain shoot straight through his heart as he recalls his childhood. Battling against the memories that come flooding back, he can’t help but shake his head as if attempting to physically remove them. It felt so long ago that he had been with his friends and family, reminiscing only made matters worse. Nostalgia was a bitch. So he channels those juvenile thoughts and memories into an attempt to return her mischievous banter, “You’re at best a chick, a fledgling at most!”
As she answers the rest of his questions a disappointed expression crosses his facial features, “Oh… It would have been much more interesting if you were, indeed, hatched from an egg.” He finishes with a wink, his smirk once more returning and lifting the corners of his lips as he laughs merrily. “Well, we certainly don’t have any winged, not-bird horses flying around where I hail from. You’re a delightful discovery, Naerys.” Especially since you’re the only soul I’ve come across in months, he does not add this however, simply sighs deeply, contempt, drawing in a deep breath of crisp forest air, finally beginning to truly appreciate the strange new land he has wandered upon by chance.
“You’re full of surprises,” He mutters, breathless. His eyes had wandered toward the ground where her flowers bloomed by her dainty hooves. He watched them with a fascination similar to that of which he had displayed earlier when discovering her wings. He lifts his head when she speaks again; his mother would have demanded he look at her when he was being addressed, it was polite; but he yearned to stare a moment longer at the passionflowers. Helovia, she says and suddenly he isn’t so interested in her magic flora.
“Helovia…” He breathes, the word hushed, filled with exhilaration, “Helovia…”
This new world was strange, what with bird horses that grew flowers by their hooves as if by magic, but it was those qualities that were enchanting, that drew him in like a moth to light. He looked around behind her, craning his neck in an attempt to see past the dozens of trees— he wanted to explore. “May I stay here awhile?” It seemed silly to ask a filly permission to do anything. What authority did a child have? Alas she was the only one present to this occasion. “Please?” He quickly adds, remembering his manners a moment too late.
i'm headed straight for the castle
they've got the kingdom locked up
they've got the kingdom locked up
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