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11-02-2015, 11:58 PM
 This was excellent! (Which, coincidentally, is quite an excellent word. Maybe it was time to expand his 'cabulary) Zero grinned wetly at the mare, black ears pricked in delighted attention as the stranger played along with his game. She'd help! And make it fun! Oh, sure, he hadn't expected her to say no, not even for a minute, but the boy couldn't help but be flattered and delighted with the apparent enthusiasm his new friend displayed. Yeah, definitely a friend- nobody with cool eyes and a willingness to search for treasure could possibly be anything but a friend. It simply wasn't allowed. Zèklè lowered his boisterous voice to something approaching a stage whisper. "Very dangerous," he answered seriously (or as seriously as he could, given his quivering tail feathers), sunbeam eyes glowing with suppressed exhilaration. It was dangerous, probably, or dangerous enough, probably, maybe, whatever. "Only the bravest and best warr'rs can find the treasure." The boy splayed his single wing, as though to demonstrate his own magnificent warriorhood, revealing the metal which now encompassed nearly the entirety of his back and side. Zero took advantage of the elapsing time to notice the mare- really notice her. She had wings, obviously, like any self-respecting pegasus, and her wings were big and beautiful and a little like Meg's. That wasn't super interesting, and the boy left them quickly. He didn't like to think about people's wings. What he did like were her eyes, because they were two different colors and that was excellent. He tilted his head, staring unabashedly at the blue and gold gaze until finally he shook his head and came back to the world. Blinking, the boy focused back on the mare, lopsided grin returning to a youthful face. "You ready?" He climbed out of the pool, wing extended for balance, slipping minimal (ish) as he scrambled across the slippery banks, setting out purposefully toward what he thought might be south. He was chattering, anticipating that she'd follow, that she'd care, his voice a bright spot on the wind. "It's this way! I think. I'm Zèklè, but everyone calls me Zero an' you can too- what's your name? An-" he'd tried to hold it back but in unraveled until at last he couldn't hold it in and his lips gave way and the sound just rolled out: "Why're your eyes like that? 'S really excellent!" OOC;; ooc notes here TAG;; @Nephele |
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