Quilyan

Well, he'd had approximately fifteen seconds of peace before his world was turned upside down again.

A warning shriek from Zarina paired with an image seared quickly into his mind took his eyes to the sky; immediately threatened, the stallion jumped away from the incoming pegasus, his wings spreading and feathers fluffing irately at the threatening stance of the newcomer. His own ears pinned against his skull and his eyes narrowed - didn't this idiot know who he was dealing with?! Oh. No, that's right, he didn't know. The prince relaxed his posture immediately, having no desire for a physical altercation. For one, he didn't know why yet another Helovian was angry with him; and for another, he wasn't exactly the most impressive fighter. He had been diplomatically trained, not physically.

A sudden, errant thought crossed his mind: had he fucking stolen this mare from her stallion? The touch given by the mare encouraged this thought, and he suddenly wanted to beat his head against the nearest tree. Of course he would come into some unknown world and make an absolute mess of some relationship. He was, after all, just so charming. And this stallion, well... he didn't look like the most fun creature. Maybe he hurt her. Maybe that's why she had left him for the prince.

--Ahem?-- Zarina interrupted, glaring at him from Resplendence's withers. Oh, right.

The calmness in the air had abated, a result of the surprise that the golden, sparking stallion had given him. Unease wrapped around the trio, as plain as the lightning dancing across the newcomer's wings. Quilyan's ears remained tilted back, but he raised his head from its threatening placement and attempted to settle his wings, though his feathers remained rather irritated. It was difficult, knowing that somehow he had done something wrong here, but not knowing what it was. He had never allowed such rude treatment in Th'orqui, but whatever had happened here... he probably deserved it.

"What have I done now?" he asked, cross. Then, to Resplendence: "Have I managed to angry every bloody horse in Helovia?" He expected a more moderate answer from her that whatever response the stallion would have. Also, he simply preferred her company. Awkward was better than angry, after all. Perhaps the lightning steed would go away.

"Talk talk talk."